/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
Squinting at Danta as he proclaims that the butcher would never know, the saccharine tone and the almost impossibly wide smile that crosses his face certainly sell the point enough that he hums a soft little laugh. “Ah, yes, well, luckily for me, darling, I have a tendency to be a part of the whole process with my bones.” He bounces his brows playfully. “Straight from the source.” His grin is equally just as wide and sharp, even as the tiny kiss to the tip of his nose tries to derail him, Asta withdrawing back to his laying position with a bark of a laugh that’s as rich as it is amused.
“And I, too, love this version of you.” He winks, continuing the joke before Danta’s asking how he thinks they’d die. He hums thoughtfully, head tilting slightly as more lightning dances across the sky and illuminates them in a variety of flickering shades that only have his smiling shadow dancing with the movement of it. “A giant wolf shapeshifter.” He suggests, head tilting as he scans Danta’s face before he smirks.
His tail flicks against Danta’s leg again as he descends into the explanation. “We go out hunting, as we typically do, only this time there is a much larger target than we had been anticipating. Larger than a bear but with similar tells. And so, like the perfected hunters we are, we follow and follow.” His hand lifts from Danta’s lower back to his shoulder, up to his neck where his thumb brushes against his fiance’s jaw. “Until suddenly, we reach a deep cave. Within, it is not too unusual of a cave, at least. Not at first. It harbors plenty of routes to take where we believe we can cut off this massive creature. Except, it has only been bait the entire time. And before we have a chance to realize it, we have been trapped ourselves.” He leans in, because it’s absolutely a modified story of one from his upbringing. “And because we are trapped, we are forced into servitude. So either we would fight it to be free and perish, or we would end up murdering ourselves or each other.” Still horrifying for two men that have had far too much time essentially as servants. “A pact, you see.” Either they go down fighting the wolf or they go down at each other’s hands.
“And I, too, love this version of you.” He winks, continuing the joke before Danta’s asking how he thinks they’d die. He hums thoughtfully, head tilting slightly as more lightning dances across the sky and illuminates them in a variety of flickering shades that only have his smiling shadow dancing with the movement of it. “A giant wolf shapeshifter.” He suggests, head tilting as he scans Danta’s face before he smirks.
His tail flicks against Danta’s leg again as he descends into the explanation. “We go out hunting, as we typically do, only this time there is a much larger target than we had been anticipating. Larger than a bear but with similar tells. And so, like the perfected hunters we are, we follow and follow.” His hand lifts from Danta’s lower back to his shoulder, up to his neck where his thumb brushes against his fiance’s jaw. “Until suddenly, we reach a deep cave. Within, it is not too unusual of a cave, at least. Not at first. It harbors plenty of routes to take where we believe we can cut off this massive creature. Except, it has only been bait the entire time. And before we have a chance to realize it, we have been trapped ourselves.” He leans in, because it’s absolutely a modified story of one from his upbringing. “And because we are trapped, we are forced into servitude. So either we would fight it to be free and perish, or we would end up murdering ourselves or each other.” Still horrifying for two men that have had far too much time essentially as servants. “A pact, you see.” Either they go down fighting the wolf or they go down at each other’s hands.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
