southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

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

His smile brightens to hear Danta repeat it, letting it settle in his chest a little warmer. It smooths out some of the apprehension that’s found its hooks there, especially as he sees the glamour draw up and one hand abandons his fiance’s skin to reach up and run his fingers through Danta’s wet hair, drawing it back out of his face, getting any lingering blood out as he angles them such that the shower can completely clean out the blood from his hair.

“Yes. We have a tendency to do that, don’t we?” It’s a rhetorical question – knowing all too well how the both of them bottle their internal feelings, thinking they were often too little or stupid to address when they’ve both been conditioned (in very different ways) to always be fine or strong. It’s the sentiment that Danta says glancing over his shoulder that Asta lingers on.

The fact he didn’t seem out of control has a playful wink shooting his way as he catches his stunning blue glance. “I am a fantastic actor, darling.” He touts, playfully drawing back the hair from his face to nuzzle in and press a kiss to his cheek before he’s smoothing out his hands along his shoulders. “But yes. I can be better about talking to you. I will work on that.” He cements the fact in a gentle hum to his skin.

Astaroth

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