// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
The answer misses all the usual bravado that his fiancé is prone to give even when he isn’t feeling his best. It’s the immediate indicator that he’s far past that point that Asta doesn’t even realize it when he’s gravitating toward him, pushed off the door as the Maverick curls onto his side. He drops to his knees despite the spark of brief pain that blooms there with the drop onto the stone, not hesitating as he reaches for him.
Fuck, is the curse that he thinks of but doesn’t say, trying to be as gentle as he can as the cane remains lying there above where Danta is, limp and lifeless against the stones. “No, no, don’t be sorry.” His voice drops to that Whitebrim tone, the careful attempts at being polite lost for the gentleness and near pleading tone he takes on, as though realizing even more just how much they might have overstepped. And if there’s one thing that the butcher is prone to this particular season, it’s ensuring Danta is safe and protected and happy. He’s plagued, suddenly, with the realization that none of those things are true and each one of them has to do with the request that he had asked of him.
“I am sorry.” He says, shifting to lay beside him on the cobblestones, trying to tug him in against him to solve at least one of the silent little vows he’d made to himself that he’d broken today. "I shouldn't have made you do it."
Fuck, is the curse that he thinks of but doesn’t say, trying to be as gentle as he can as the cane remains lying there above where Danta is, limp and lifeless against the stones. “No, no, don’t be sorry.” His voice drops to that Whitebrim tone, the careful attempts at being polite lost for the gentleness and near pleading tone he takes on, as though realizing even more just how much they might have overstepped. And if there’s one thing that the butcher is prone to this particular season, it’s ensuring Danta is safe and protected and happy. He’s plagued, suddenly, with the realization that none of those things are true and each one of them has to do with the request that he had asked of him.
“I am sorry.” He says, shifting to lay beside him on the cobblestones, trying to tug him in against him to solve at least one of the silent little vows he’d made to himself that he’d broken today. "I shouldn't have made you do it."
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
