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RE: a tear in space - Astaroth - 10-10-2024
“[say]Oh he knows so.[/say]” Comes the butcher’s more playful banter, less hangover and more in the moment. And of course, the comment had been made as a jest, but he quickly realizes the seriousness in Danta’s tone, and that adoring look shifts a little toward genuine happiness. “[say]I know, darling. I was just teasing you.[/say]” But it doesn’t stop him from nuzzling his hornless head into the hand that brushes across his cheek.
It lines him up perfectly for the kiss that greets the corner of his lips, and the dark shadow of a void where his heart is, melts swiftly, unable to mask the rosy flush that crests on his cheekbones and his ears. And as Danta settles, he slips his arm around the blonde, keeping him close. “[say]Plum.[/say]” He corrects himself with a roll of his eyes.
But when it comes to figuring out how the Maverick might sit still, his brow lifts playfully and bounces with mischief, pausing to take a risk in downing the rest of the mug of coffee before he can set it aside and give Danta his full, slightly red focus. “[say]I can think of a few ways.[/say]” He drawls, haughtily.
RE: a tear in space - Dantalion - 10-11-2024
[say]"Oh,"[/say] Danta says, his smile as soft and earnest as ever. [say]"I wasn't."[/say] Teasing, he means. And even if he was, the expression of genuine contentment that crosses the butcher's face would have had him on his knees in worship in moments. Luckily for Asta (for them both, given their current state), the Maverick saves those dramatics for another time and instead settles against his side, head turned to brush his nose against the rosy warmth that blooms across his cheeks.
Plum, he might have repeated, only to suddenly find Asta draining his mug of coffee (either brave or stupid, Danta can't decide yet) and turning to face him. With his own cup still in one hand and the other dropping to rest casually atop the butcher's thigh over the blankets, he cocks his head to the side. [say]"Go on,"[/say] he invites. [say]"Will I find myself chained to the platform until the tailor is done?"[/say]
RE: a tear in space - Astaroth - 10-11-2024
He knows Danta wasn’t teasing. Not with that soft, genuine smile, the way his touch grows feather light and tender, as if the butcher is something to be revered rather than a weapon to be utilized. Its with the fact, that even if it’s only in the dark recesses of their rooms and away from eager ears, that Danta can say such beautiful things to him. It melts him, and it’s simultaneously a sensation he cannot place, not in the state he’s in. He can’t even restrain his mask from preventing the rosy flush to crest on his cheeks. And finally, it's with the acceptance of the fact Astaroth had teased him that isn’t met with typical snark but gentle affections that has his chest feeling like it might combust.
So the genuine smile crosses over Asta’s face, and he grows bold in his attempts to down the coffee (finding that it settles okay, all things considered) but it frees him up to return the affection and attentions, bolstered by the gentle drag of the Maverick’s nose against his hot cheek. Winding his arm around him and keeping him close, the butcher snorts to Danta’a question, head lolling a fraction to flash his charming too sharp grin over toward the handsome blonde. “[say]You will just have to find out, darling.[/say]” He wasn’t in the business of giving up his secrets after all.
Squeezing him for emphasis, the butcher leans in toward the Theocrat, snatching another soft kiss as if he thinks he might die going too long without it. Which, given his hungover and dramatic self, he very well might.
RE: a tear in space - Dantalion - 10-12-2024
[say]"You know,"[/say] Danta mutters, a catlike smile curling across his lips, [say]"I thought you'd say something like that."[/say] Fine, says Frodo, keep your secrets. Managing another sip of coffee before the other man is turning towards him properly, the Maverick surrenders all too willingly to the offered kiss - evidence that his hangover is slowly easing its grip over him - before reaching out to set his mug down somewhere. (He doesn't know where since everything is so fucking new in the room again).
[say]"Can I interest you in another nap?"[/say] he asks, despite the coffee they've just drank. Listen, the caffeine can get to work while they're napping and they'll wake up double-awake, right? [say]"If I don't feel like I'm dying after this one, maybe I'll consider breakfast."[/say] He might even decide leaving the bed is an option, even if leaving the room isn't on the agenda.
Either way, with or without Asta, Danta promptly slouches to burrow himself back beneath the blankets and the butcher will find the Maverick curled around some part of him depending on their position.
RE: a tear in space - Astaroth - 10-12-2024
Of course he would say something like that – because he’s not in the business of revealing all of his secrets off the bat. The blonde would simply just have to see, and Asta would have to spend the time in between planning. And so, with that kept buried away for the moment, the butcher leans into the kiss – feeling just how much the blonde surrenders into it.
Pulling away to hear the question, the butcher is already shifting slightly to get more comfortable in the bed – fully having intended on spending most of the day within the confines of it anyway. He snorts, nodding enough that his dark hair falls free from having no horns to keep it pushed back, only having his ears to tuck it behind. “[say]That sounds divine.[/say]” He hums, precisely at the time Danta’s already slouching into the blankets and wrapping around him, and the butcher finds it both amusing and challenging to fight his way beneath the blankets again in their makeshift den to join him.
He succeeds after a moment, forcing his way in to wind his arms around Danta and pull him in against his scarred chest, fingertips threaded through sleep tousled blonde to pull it out of his face and stroking gently against his temple and his cheek, enough of a lull to hopefully draw himself back to sleep, given Danta could likely take a nap anywhere if given the chance.
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