southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

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

“A shame.” He hums against the quiet drum of the shower as it hits them. As Danta leans back into him, his arms grow a bit tighter, holding him up against him comfortably to alleviate his bruised mentality. He’s tucked in such a way that he can feel the beat of the Maverick’s heart, ensuring the butcher that his fiancé is still here, and it’s very nearly enough that Asta opens his eyes to prove it to himself again.

He doesn’t have to, though. “It is a good thing I brought the rest of the wine, mm?” He suggests, tilting his head a little more into Danta’s, nuzzling softly with his wet, now mostly blood free beard. “I am okay. Better now. Still very much not sober.” His accent thickens with the longer sentences, taking a slow and deep inhale to lift his head up to look at the Maverick finally.

He takes the moment to slip on his glamour, his hair dropping down from where it was pinned by his horns, wet and heavy where it settles in his face and frames him in very much a wet dog kind of look. “You know you are everything to me, right?” He asks tentatively, like there’s some urgency in how close they came to him losing it that he feels like he has to say it.

Astaroth

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