// tell me i'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine //
“Oho, I see.” The butcher purrs with an easier smile – both of the two men possessive in their own rights regardless of the reason. Not that Asta would ever complain about the Maverick’s possessiveness – at times going so far as to poke and prod at that portion just to receive more of his undivided attention (not that Asta ever goes without, mind you).
As for making it up for one another, the butcher stands there while Danta peruses through the boxes, the sun causing him to squint over at his lover while his shadow vibrates across the sand and stone that makes up this part of the street. “It is my favorite.” He laments, sighing dramatically until Danta’s rising with the bottle of healing water is procured.
Relief draws his posture up again, setting the bag down seeing as he can’t exactly close his fist around the bottle now with the stone that’s starting to creep in and the tingling that blooms. “Very wise, darling.” He murmurs, stepping forward as his tail starts to wag behind him, his shadow still vibrating as he reaches for the bottle to take enough of a sip he thinks it’ll get whatever’s inside him out, feeling the tingling slow ever so slightly as he hands it back to the Maverick for him to pour along his arm – positive Danta would do a better job than he would. “I cannot wait for our own fountain.”
As for making it up for one another, the butcher stands there while Danta peruses through the boxes, the sun causing him to squint over at his lover while his shadow vibrates across the sand and stone that makes up this part of the street. “It is my favorite.” He laments, sighing dramatically until Danta’s rising with the bottle of healing water is procured.
Relief draws his posture up again, setting the bag down seeing as he can’t exactly close his fist around the bottle now with the stone that’s starting to creep in and the tingling that blooms. “Very wise, darling.” He murmurs, stepping forward as his tail starts to wag behind him, his shadow still vibrating as he reaches for the bottle to take enough of a sip he thinks it’ll get whatever’s inside him out, feeling the tingling slow ever so slightly as he hands it back to the Maverick for him to pour along his arm – positive Danta would do a better job than he would. “I cannot wait for our own fountain.”
Astaroth
// say that everything is over, tell me i'm fine //
