// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
“Mm, me too.” For as terrible as the nightmares have been in his past, the butcher’s eternally grateful to be right here right now. The bracelet that wraps around his wrist is given a passing glance as his hand trails up high enough to see it against Danta’s back, the crimson sheen glinting within the feathered exterior.
As silence overtakes them while he picks what he intends to say next, Asta’s brought out of the shell he’d found himself in as Danta nibbles at his lower lip, melting into him in spite of the correction. He huffs a soft laugh before he brushes his nose against Danta’s, about to respond with all the ways he thinks Danta would have been similar to how he’d found him – playful and charismatic, charming and easy-going, fearless and terrifying to those that found his bad side.
But all of those don’t get a chance to leave his lips with the forgiveness that sits there in the shadow of his continued apology. And he gives in with a kiss, letting it linger for a few moments longer before he draws back for a breath. “Perhaps you can reinforce it when we get back – after the parties of course.” Comes the sly suggestion pressed against his lover’s lips. The thought still at the edge of his mind with the question he intends to ask.
As silence overtakes them while he picks what he intends to say next, Asta’s brought out of the shell he’d found himself in as Danta nibbles at his lower lip, melting into him in spite of the correction. He huffs a soft laugh before he brushes his nose against Danta’s, about to respond with all the ways he thinks Danta would have been similar to how he’d found him – playful and charismatic, charming and easy-going, fearless and terrifying to those that found his bad side.
But all of those don’t get a chance to leave his lips with the forgiveness that sits there in the shadow of his continued apology. And he gives in with a kiss, letting it linger for a few moments longer before he draws back for a breath. “Perhaps you can reinforce it when we get back – after the parties of course.” Comes the sly suggestion pressed against his lover’s lips. The thought still at the edge of his mind with the question he intends to ask.
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
