/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
They both agree and they both promise to be better about it for the future – a future with the two of them inextricably connected in a way he’d never thought he’d ever be. It soothes that part of him that strung itself in knots with anxiety over the past hour or so, though he finds it helps to not see all the blood painting Danta’s skin.
The stolen kiss is one that Asta smiles into, happily letting go so Danta can spin in his arms and work on his own mess of a bloody body. He can’t help the smile that blooms on his face – even without the Ancient markers, the butcher’s teeth are still just as sharp. The only difference in his smile is the fact his canines aren’t quite as long, but still pointed perfectly sharp despite it. “Ah, yes, we cannot have that.” He hums confidently, tilting his head up so that Danta can clean off his neck and chest, the water soon running clear and getting in between every gnarled scar where it had pooled previously.
"Not much longer, I promise." He leans into the touch a bit heavier, though, as though the relief has finally hit him as he snags a bit of the soap to lather them both up to ensure they were certainly clean, clean and rinses them both off, before he’s shutting the shower off and beckoning for Danta to step out of the shower so he can follow him – promptly summoning fire for the both of them to dry off completely without the use of a towel.
The stolen kiss is one that Asta smiles into, happily letting go so Danta can spin in his arms and work on his own mess of a bloody body. He can’t help the smile that blooms on his face – even without the Ancient markers, the butcher’s teeth are still just as sharp. The only difference in his smile is the fact his canines aren’t quite as long, but still pointed perfectly sharp despite it. “Ah, yes, we cannot have that.” He hums confidently, tilting his head up so that Danta can clean off his neck and chest, the water soon running clear and getting in between every gnarled scar where it had pooled previously.
"Not much longer, I promise." He leans into the touch a bit heavier, though, as though the relief has finally hit him as he snags a bit of the soap to lather them both up to ensure they were certainly clean, clean and rinses them both off, before he’s shutting the shower off and beckoning for Danta to step out of the shower so he can follow him – promptly summoning fire for the both of them to dry off completely without the use of a towel.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
