southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

“I would do a great many terrible things for you, darling. Gladly.” Comes his agreement, purring the compliment even as he’s throwing a distraction toward the Maverick for the latch onto with so much excitement lingering in his face. As the box is opened, though, the butcher’s free hand is free to settle at his lover’s hip, drawing back to get a better view of the way the ring glints in the sunlight as a perfect match to his horns.

I didn’t get you anything is a whisper that has Asta realizing that he probably should have explained better back when they’d talked about the potential of this. “Oh, darling, I know. You have plenty of time to get me something, do not fret.” He reaches up to brush a braid over from getting in his face.

“I did.” He confirms, watching as it slips into the open and available space – the gold and fire obsidian a perfect addition to the rest of the rings and jewelry adorning the Maverick. It’s very clear the way it looks on the Maverick’s hand is exactly what the butcher had hoped for, and it’s almost like some tension loosens from his shoulders as he draws back up to his full height, his hand dropping to take the one with the new ring. “It is everything I hoped it would be, my love.” He says with every ounce of confidence in his body, blooming with pride and happiness.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///