southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

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

If he was less in his thoughts and more present, he might have tacked on the quiet truth that for how much the butcher cares about himself and his appearances, that he truly does care more for the Maverick than himself these days. The kiss to his forehead is one he relaxes into, though, hearing that the shower sounds good, once their gazes meet, the vulnerability turns into relief at the agreement.

Truly, Danta could linger in his grip however much he likes, but as he starts to move Asta isn’t far behind. “You know I will not mind.” The chair creaks as he stands, his hip popping with the movement as he also tries to ignore the bloody footprints they leave heading toward the bathroom. With all of the beautiful perks of the Wildering House, Asta’s relieved to see the shower begin steaming nearly immediately, exhaling some further relief to slip in behind Danta in the shower and winding his arms around him from behind, tucking his chin in against the Maverick’s golden, suntanned shoulder.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as the water hits both of them and he closes his eyes, letting the water wash away the brunt of the blood and ash that’s clung to their skin.

Astaroth

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