[SE] cut from marble

Maea

I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear

Sleep was not far away. But before she could let it claim her she had to know what his answers were. Where this strange, unfamiliar path lined with thorns and roses might lead. Trust, friendship, all those were good and well, but only a shimmering mirage compared to the reality that was butting heads and eking out compromise from clashing ideals and lifestyles. But if there was a sweet spot to be found, some place in the middle that resembled this quiet room and the comfort she had somehow settled into, then... it might be worth the effort.

And it seemed Asta thought so to. She didn't have to wait long for the response. And for all that she was a grown woman, not a school girl, she blushed like one and was glad for the blanket and the darkness as it gave her plenty to hide her smile behind. There came a happy little sigh from the pile on the bed, and a final few wriggles as she settled, finally ready to sleep.

"Good night, Asta."

Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!

Astaroth

// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //

She had been surprisingly vulnerable tonight, though he assumes it has to do with the alcohol, and as such – being the gentleman he is – he’s glad despite everything that he didn’t let her turn to stone on her wobbly walk home amongst the snow, even if he is sleeping on the floor in front of the fireplace. He’s even happier still that things had been smoothed over, sharing pieces of each other enough that she didn’t shy away from his presence and what he represented, even if their ideals were different.

As such, he’s half asleep by the time her goodnight colors the air between them, and it’s with a sleep saturated, deep accented voice that he offers his response. “Goodnight, Maea, darling.” It’s quieter, but with enough consciousness before he sinks into a fire warmed slumber, comfortable and exhausted.

- FIN <333

// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //