// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
He hears the mumbles as he gets closer to him, but he has nothing to say to help. He also had thought Danta would be okay, perhaps just as Danta had thought he would be okay taking a chunk out of his neck previously. And while it certainly feels like a mistake right this instance, perhaps later the realization of a test in terms of where they’re at with their respective traumas is necessary.
Either way, Danta likely lets his shame and guilt weigh on him more than Asta would ever hold against him as he tugs him into his chest, his hand lifting to press against the back of his head, through blonde strands that spill across the flagstones. “I’m not hurt, love.” He reassures him, loosening his hold only so he can look and see the perfectly fine, darker hued flesh where punctures and blood had sat before. “I won’t ask it of you again.” He quietly vows, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head, his other hand sinking into the back of his fiance’s shirt as he keeps him close.
“We are both physically just as we were when we walked in, I assure you.” Mentally was another story, though, hence the differentiation.
Either way, Danta likely lets his shame and guilt weigh on him more than Asta would ever hold against him as he tugs him into his chest, his hand lifting to press against the back of his head, through blonde strands that spill across the flagstones. “I’m not hurt, love.” He reassures him, loosening his hold only so he can look and see the perfectly fine, darker hued flesh where punctures and blood had sat before. “I won’t ask it of you again.” He quietly vows, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head, his other hand sinking into the back of his fiance’s shirt as he keeps him close.
“We are both physically just as we were when we walked in, I assure you.” Mentally was another story, though, hence the differentiation.
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
