so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“A horror that smells like coconut.” He surmises, smirking slightly as Danta spreads the sunscreen across his chest and shoulders, rising over scar tissue and smoothing out the amounts that seem to collect where his scars are deeper than others. At the question, though, Asta’s attention drifts and he finishes up ensuring Danta won’t burn to a crisp before his lover’s turning toward him. “Yes, irksome.” He hums.
Meeting Danta’s gaze, he settles a touch to spread the rest of the sunscreen along his hands and wrists before Danta’s hissing the compliment-insult and his lips part with quite the dramatic gasp as he reluctantly turns, shrugging out of his shirt fully now – the rope-like scars pale in comparison to the rest of his flesh along his back in that same kind of starburst pattern. “How dare you, darling.” He whines, tail flicking like an annoyed feline’s. “I am sure you have much better adjectives than cute to call me.”
Meeting Danta’s gaze, he settles a touch to spread the rest of the sunscreen along his hands and wrists before Danta’s hissing the compliment-insult and his lips part with quite the dramatic gasp as he reluctantly turns, shrugging out of his shirt fully now – the rope-like scars pale in comparison to the rest of his flesh along his back in that same kind of starburst pattern. “How dare you, darling.” He whines, tail flicking like an annoyed feline’s. “I am sure you have much better adjectives than cute to call me.”
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
