// and rise with me forever across the silent sand //
“I would hope so.” The Butcher hums with a slightly softer edge to his sharp smile, feeling Danta bury his face into his neck. He soothes himself in the meantime with a deep inhale of dried blood and citrus, the undercurrent of sage underlining each breath proving to him that he’s there, even as he bullies his way into carrying him against his chest, his gaze glittering softly with appreciation and relief that he’s here and okay.
Shaking his head slightly to hear the complaint – Asta could be much better to him, in his humble opinion – but he lets the comment slide anyway. It wasn’t really the time or place to be his usual brattish self. “Of course we can, darling.” He starts off, cradling him in against his chest as he starts to head back toward the main stretch of Torchline. “If you want to be around people and go and eat out, I will gladly be a nightmare to anyone that prevents us from it.” He says it simply but with all the conviction that he would absolutely be a pain in the ass if it got them what they wanted.
And if he needed to throw around the whole demigod status and best friends with Flora, he has zero qualms with pulling those strings.
Sneaking a soft kiss to his cheek, the Butcher nods a wholehearted agreement to the hot tub. “Then the hot tub it is.” Affectionate and attentive, his steps are sure as he carries his lover toward Haulani. “What sounds good for dinner?”
Shaking his head slightly to hear the complaint – Asta could be much better to him, in his humble opinion – but he lets the comment slide anyway. It wasn’t really the time or place to be his usual brattish self. “Of course we can, darling.” He starts off, cradling him in against his chest as he starts to head back toward the main stretch of Torchline. “If you want to be around people and go and eat out, I will gladly be a nightmare to anyone that prevents us from it.” He says it simply but with all the conviction that he would absolutely be a pain in the ass if it got them what they wanted.
And if he needed to throw around the whole demigod status and best friends with Flora, he has zero qualms with pulling those strings.
Sneaking a soft kiss to his cheek, the Butcher nods a wholehearted agreement to the hot tub. “Then the hot tub it is.” Affectionate and attentive, his steps are sure as he carries his lover toward Haulani. “What sounds good for dinner?”
Astaroth
// and the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands //
