so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
Unable to stop himself from making a face at hearing that Kaisel was wearing a shirt with three different versions of Remi Taliesin’s face on it, its with a nose wrinkling at the idea of graphic tees like that in general that the butcher isn’t a fan of. As for the rest of it, though, he shakes his head slightly. “You are just giving me more reasons, darling.” The butcher hums as a playful little taunt.
Just tack on Kaisel’s weird fashion sense to the rest of the things Asta’s compiling that he dislikes of the other man. All of that fades, however, when Danta’s hands are dragging along his chest, as he invades his space again quite happily and withdraws the cigarette from his lips if only to press a kiss to his forehead that’s hazy with the smoke exhale.
He doesn’t entirely believe Danta when he says that they feel as good as new, but it’s a knowing look that lingers in the dark of his eyes that has him laughing a touch softer. “We will get you right as rain.” He assures him, shifting forward to be careful of his bandages and wounds to wrap an arm comfortably around him. “And before long, we will have our own fountain to heal from. And, admittedly, it will taste far better.” He winks, keeping his sharp grin on display.
Just tack on Kaisel’s weird fashion sense to the rest of the things Asta’s compiling that he dislikes of the other man. All of that fades, however, when Danta’s hands are dragging along his chest, as he invades his space again quite happily and withdraws the cigarette from his lips if only to press a kiss to his forehead that’s hazy with the smoke exhale.
He doesn’t entirely believe Danta when he says that they feel as good as new, but it’s a knowing look that lingers in the dark of his eyes that has him laughing a touch softer. “We will get you right as rain.” He assures him, shifting forward to be careful of his bandages and wounds to wrap an arm comfortably around him. “And before long, we will have our own fountain to heal from. And, admittedly, it will taste far better.” He winks, keeping his sharp grin on display.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
