[Training] burn butcher burn

when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream

Sighing a note of relief at the warmth that greets them from the Last Whisper, Asta will find that Danta is more than happy to be possessed tonight, his fingers sneaking beneath the hem of the butcher's shirt at his hip so he can warm his hand against his bare flesh. "Even more of a reason for us to make sure we go on a Leafchange vacation every year," he says with an easy shrug, not remotely minding as Asta pauses to seal the deal with another kiss.

Danta clasps him closer, if anything, and were it not for the fact that the Dusklight is so close by, he might have said fuck it and changed tack towards the nearest inn. "Come on," he purrs instead. "We're nearly home." Parting with one final, chaste kiss to the butcher's lips, the Maverick snags his fiance's hand to tug him along the cobbled streets and in the direction of the best known brothel in the Hollowed Grounds.

The Dusklight is alive with people and music and activity, much to no one's surprise, but the crowd and the security alike part seamlessly to allow them through, knowing better this season than to get too close to the butcher and his sharp teeth. Nodding gratefully for their cooperation, Danta winks over his shoulder at Asta and gestures towards the corridor branching off to their rooms, as if to tell him to please lead the way.

The Maverick

you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me