the streets are all violent with murderous excitement
“I am.” He drawls, smirking as Danta swats at his hand, laughing lightly as he downs the rest of his glass. He nods his head at the answer, though, knowing more now than he had, and a unique buffer for reminding himself to perhaps be a bit more hush (even if a few store owners in the Last Whisper had witnessed his trophy from the Torchline sailors causing an issue.)
Ah well.
Nap time sounds perfect and Asta is promptly warm like a heat rock, setting his glass beside the Maverick’s on the mantle and joining him on the bed, properly. He slips into the bed amongst the furs and sighs comfortably, pushing back the dark hair that threatens to fall into his face before he tugs Danta up to join him, immediately curling up against him to radiate the heat he’d trapped from the fireplace.
Ah well.
Nap time sounds perfect and Asta is promptly warm like a heat rock, setting his glass beside the Maverick’s on the mantle and joining him on the bed, properly. He slips into the bed amongst the furs and sighs comfortably, pushing back the dark hair that threatens to fall into his face before he tugs Danta up to join him, immediately curling up against him to radiate the heat he’d trapped from the fireplace.
Astaroth
the hunter and the prey are dancing every day
