// and rise with me forever across the silent sand //
The heat from the shirt that meets its demise is one that Asta doesn’t shy away from – apart from ensuring that the Maverick remains warm in lieu of no longer having something to blot it out. “It is never the last time for either of us, mi amor.” He gently reminds him, his hands trying their best to inject warmth into the other Ancient’s body where he can. His other arm sweeps around his back, keeping him close now that he’s healed and everything physically is okay. “Despite how much we may wish it is.” Dygra knew they both were guilty of getting too into their heads.
To hear that he’s already helping and to feel the warm press of his fiance’s lips against his fingers, he easily lets Danta sink into him, both arms winding around him tight to keep him close and in. Possessive and protective in each and every twitch of muscle, the Butcher nods where he presses his cheek against Danta’s crown. “I will always look for you, darling.” It’s a vow he’ll follow until his very last breath. “And yes, that does make sense.” He’d been there before.
And while he might be a demigod and not quite as strong with his abilities, the Butcher steps a little closer to Danta, enough to slightly push him off balance enough that he can pick him up and hold him against his chest. “We can go back to the Wildering House and spend the rest of the day doing next to nothing, if you would prefer that?” Pressing a warm kiss to his cheek, the Butcher’s grin is soft and playful. “And.. Perhaps if you feel up to it, we can warm up in the hot tub later.” It isn't like Asta had a lot of plans on vacation, but if he did, every single one of them would have gotten struck out and replaced with doing whatever Danta needed to start to feel normal again.
To hear that he’s already helping and to feel the warm press of his fiance’s lips against his fingers, he easily lets Danta sink into him, both arms winding around him tight to keep him close and in. Possessive and protective in each and every twitch of muscle, the Butcher nods where he presses his cheek against Danta’s crown. “I will always look for you, darling.” It’s a vow he’ll follow until his very last breath. “And yes, that does make sense.” He’d been there before.
And while he might be a demigod and not quite as strong with his abilities, the Butcher steps a little closer to Danta, enough to slightly push him off balance enough that he can pick him up and hold him against his chest. “We can go back to the Wildering House and spend the rest of the day doing next to nothing, if you would prefer that?” Pressing a warm kiss to his cheek, the Butcher’s grin is soft and playful. “And.. Perhaps if you feel up to it, we can warm up in the hot tub later.” It isn't like Asta had a lot of plans on vacation, but if he did, every single one of them would have gotten struck out and replaced with doing whatever Danta needed to start to feel normal again.
Astaroth
// and the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands //
