/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
Brows lifting and his grin spreading a bit wider, he lets the laugh leave him unbidden and warm to hear the tone with which Danta assures him he’d better get used to it. Glad for Danta to slip closer, the butcher squeezes his hand before dropping it, wrapping his arm around his lover’s shoulders to keep him closer as they reach the sandy beach so he might be able to keep them on the straight and narrow. “I do not think I will have any trouble with that, darling.” He murmurs once they finally take a step into the squishy sand.
As for the competition, the butcher’s chuckle lingers in his throat as he smirks. “When have we not been in some form of a competition?” He prods and pokes – because it was a centuries old tradition for them at this point. They just understood the rules better this time around and Asta was more than content to let Danta win now and then (which is some form of personal growth for the man that would tear limbs off of those that claimed to have won when they hadn’t). “They were surprisingly quiet, weren’t they? A shame.” The butcher purrs playfully, ensuring they don’t slip on the way along the sand.
When the grin occurs, Asta’s head tilts toward his lover with a grin that has the crows feet in the corners of his eyes tightening. “Well, we could go slower, but I fear parts of this beach may be closer to quicksand in our states.” He answers with a wink – not at all naming the obvious reason why – of how he wants him all to himself without prying eyes on the beach or out and about to cross paths.
As for the competition, the butcher’s chuckle lingers in his throat as he smirks. “When have we not been in some form of a competition?” He prods and pokes – because it was a centuries old tradition for them at this point. They just understood the rules better this time around and Asta was more than content to let Danta win now and then (which is some form of personal growth for the man that would tear limbs off of those that claimed to have won when they hadn’t). “They were surprisingly quiet, weren’t they? A shame.” The butcher purrs playfully, ensuring they don’t slip on the way along the sand.
When the grin occurs, Asta’s head tilts toward his lover with a grin that has the crows feet in the corners of his eyes tightening. “Well, we could go slower, but I fear parts of this beach may be closer to quicksand in our states.” He answers with a wink – not at all naming the obvious reason why – of how he wants him all to himself without prying eyes on the beach or out and about to cross paths.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
