/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
Danta’s voice is rough, but the sentiment is measured equally versus Asta’s own thoughts as he takes in the pools of drying blood. A slight wince leaves him, evident in the way the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes crease a little deeper. It’s a depth that continues as he lifts his gaze from it to Danta’s neck as if remembering the feeling of his teeth sinking in and just how close he came to not being able to rein it in.
He realizes then, that perhaps the revivify feather might have served a different purpose. Quietly grateful that it didn’t and they’d made it out, he presses the sentiment into each kiss to his lover’s blood stained knuckles.
Happy to hear that Danta shares the same sentiment, some tension loosens in his shoulders alongside the soft exhale, pressing his cheek to the Maverick’s hand he keeps held there, eyes shutting for a few moments to come to a little more. “A bit.” Comes the hoarse agreement. However, as Danta continues, Asta can’t help the soft snort that leaves him as he pulls himself together enough to look up at him and offer a gentler smile. “I suppose it is a testament of how much I love you that I was able to stop.” He murmurs a little softer, agreement in the undertones of his accented voice.
“Let’s go get a shower, mm? I would like to hold you for a while if that is alright?” There’s a quiet glint of a plea in his eyes, one so very rarely there that the butcher can’t hide – not from Danta.
He realizes then, that perhaps the revivify feather might have served a different purpose. Quietly grateful that it didn’t and they’d made it out, he presses the sentiment into each kiss to his lover’s blood stained knuckles.
Happy to hear that Danta shares the same sentiment, some tension loosens in his shoulders alongside the soft exhale, pressing his cheek to the Maverick’s hand he keeps held there, eyes shutting for a few moments to come to a little more. “A bit.” Comes the hoarse agreement. However, as Danta continues, Asta can’t help the soft snort that leaves him as he pulls himself together enough to look up at him and offer a gentler smile. “I suppose it is a testament of how much I love you that I was able to stop.” He murmurs a little softer, agreement in the undertones of his accented voice.
“Let’s go get a shower, mm? I would like to hold you for a while if that is alright?” There’s a quiet glint of a plea in his eyes, one so very rarely there that the butcher can’t hide – not from Danta.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
