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walk past a devil child - Astaroth - 05-12-2025
“[say]Good eye.[/say]” He hums his appreciation, steps already carrying them over toward the table in question. The area is shaded and away from the bulk of the music, keeping it relatively private for all kinds of lurking and people watching while also being able to talk, and most importantly, relax.
Slipping into the booth, he tugs Danta in against him, setting his drink down onto the table and take a slow sip from it to prevent a brain freeze from blooming, then noses his way into Danta’s tousled blond. It’s a subtle gesture, just as he had done for him earlier, a check in to see how he’s doing.
After all, it had been the first time they’d indulged in such an endeavor, and with his own concerns aired over the hunt they’ve planned for the morning, it’s his turn to see just how Danta’s doing when he has him all to himself.
RE: walk past a devil child - Dantalion - 05-12-2025
Humming his agreement around a long sip of his drink, Danta sets the glass down on the table in time to be drawn into the booth alongside Asta. He sidles in next to him and leans casually into the heat rippling from his body, letting his hand fall to rest atop the other man's thigh. Turning into the affection nuzzled against his fair hair, he smiles up at the butcher. [say]"Sweet of you,"[/say] he murmurs, almost kissing the words along the curve of his jaw, [say]"but I'm perfectly fine."[/say]
More than fine, honestly; with his limbs feeling heavy and relaxed, fresh alcohol stirring through his blood and the knowledge that the man beside him isn't imminently bloodthirsty, all that's left is the memory of infinite pleasure from the guildhall. [say]"I wouldn't say no to doing it again with Flora, truth be told. She was delightful."[/say] He grins, angling himself a little further towards Asta and running his thumb across the top of his knee.
[say]"That said, I'm not complaining about having you back to myself for a little while."[/say]
RE: walk past a devil child - Astaroth - 05-12-2025
He feels Danta’s lips graze against his jaw, gently and tenderly, the confirmation is all that he seeks. To hear that he’s perfectly fine loosens a tangled thread in the butchers chest that he hadn’t realized had gotten so knotted. A kiss is pressed to his temple before he withdraws enough to hear him more properly, his dark gaze focusing on Danta’s face in lieu of the party bouncing around them. “[say]I am glad.[/say]” Immensely so.
To hear the next suggestion, though, on the heels of Flora’s own admission before they’d walked out, the low rumble of a chuckle escapes him as he nods slowly, leg shifting under Danta’s touch in appreciation. “[say]She was. I would not be opposed to it either.[/say]” He murmurs softly — perhaps wondering if that’s where his jealousy lies. The not knowing if he isn’t present, but knowing the delicate dance it takes him if he is.
His sharp grin flashes brightly at the mention of having him to himself, to which Asta’s arm tightens a touch around Danta’s shoulders. “[say]I agree entirely.[/say]” He hums softly, leaning back to relax. “[say]Do you think she will be able to withstand us at night?[/say]” He asks with a conspirator’s smile.
RE: walk past a devil child - Dantalion - 05-12-2025
[say]"So am I. Haven't seen you like that for a long time,"[/say] Danta admits, shifting enough so he can lean into the booth and against Asta as well, turning towards the butcher to hook one leg across his lap, making it easier for them to sit and gossip. Reaching for his drink again, he takes a slow sip as he peers up at the other man, feeling a devilish smile tug at the corners of his lips. [say]"Oh? I'm glad to hear it. I was worried that little moment at the end there might have put you off."[/say]
Glancing back across at the woman of the hour as she finishes making her drink and then sidles across the bar to engage with whatever new shenanigans are afoot when it comes to whoever is taking body shots and making out, Danta tilts his head, curious. [say]"I think if anyone can, it's Flora,"[/say] he says with a laugh. [say]"But then again I don't know if she's ever been trapped between two sleeping Ancients."[/say]
RE: walk past a devil child - Astaroth - 05-12-2025
He hasn’t been like that in a long while. Typically on top of his blood lust, it’s a careful tightrope to walk. But Danta had held his leash tight and perfectly, had allocated enough to keep him from falling into full feral cannibalism. So for that, he’s eternally grateful. So much so that he relaxes even more as Danta’s leg hooks around his lap, his free hand dropping from the pina colada after a long slow sip to rest against the outside of his calf, thumb stroking gently.
“[say]I think next time I should take care of my bloodlust first.[/say]” But this had been spontaneous. There wasn’t any amount of preparation before sinking his teeth into the idea. Just a lot of liquor and already being set off by the appearance of a specific Ancient he’s focused on forgetting about in the very bar they’re still indulging in.
As for Flora managing them, the butcher’s low laugh leaves him, rich and tired but content. “[say]I do not think she has. She will certainly find out.[/say]” He drawls, leaning forward so he can keep his hands on the Maverick and still snag a good sip of the pina colada before he sinks back. “[say]I anticipate a lot of sweat.[/say]” He tacks on lower, his amusement palpable.
After all, he and Danta didn’t sweat. And it’s been a very long time since Asta could, though the uncomfortable sticky memories linger, however dusty they are.
RE: walk past a devil child - Dantalion - 05-12-2025
[say]"Mm, well. Next time won't be quite as chaotic, I ought to hope. Not that I don't think Dygra would approve of what we did."[/say] Grinning and keeping his cocktail in his own lap to nurse, he reaches out with his free hand to let his fingers run across Asta's chest, as if tracing the pink lines of Flora's nails he knows sit beneath the fabric of his vest.
[say]"Perhaps not as much as you think. She did mention an ice dragon,"[/say] he says with a chuckle, taking mercy on the butcher and snagging his cocktail to offer it out for him to sip. That way he doesn't have to lean forward, and he can keep his hands on Danta where they belong. [say]"Maybe we'll wake up as half-statues."[/say]
Wrinkling his nose at that idea but not seeming too worried - if anyone would free them from a stony prison, he believes it would be Flora - the Maverick sets both of their drinks back on the table and huffs out a long sigh, turning to nestle into the side of Asta's neck. [say]"Now the only problem is staying awake until the end of the night."[/say]
RE: walk past a devil child - Astaroth - 05-12-2025
“[say]Oh, of course. Let me check my journal that dictates just what kind of chaos I shall be every given day.[/say]” Like he suddenly picked up bullet journaling and somewhere in the middle had the Ancient equivalent of a mood tracker. It’s all said in jest, though, the low chuckle leaving him as he thinks about it (he does have a journal, as it turns out, but it’s mostly just to keep track of Danta’s bloodlust, lest it get out of hand).
His amusement is postponed momentarily as he sips from the glass and his hand squeezes his lover’s leg gently in appreciation for the mercy granted to make it easier to down the Pina colada, feeling the ghost of Danta’s hand still trailing past the pink lines under his waistcoat. He withdraws just in time to make a face, nose wrinkling as his dark gaze flits to Danta’s. “[say]Disgusting.[/say]” The butcher notes - not the cocktail, the Pina colada was fantastic.
But to wake up as half a statue? No thank you. Maybe they should mention to Flora just how to wake them should it happen just in case.
Luckily, the immediate sourness of his face softens to feel Danta’s face press in against his neck and his side, his arm squeezing tightly around his lover’s shoulders to keep him just as close as he inclines his horned head enough to press his cheek to the side of his face. “[say]You are making it very difficult to stay awake.[/say]” He complains softly, though everything in his body language seems to suggest he’d not have it any other way.
RE: walk past a devil child - Dantalion - 05-12-2025
[say]"Go fuck yourself."[/say] Danta laughs, smacking Asta lightly in the chest for good measure. [say]"I meant more about the environment, you jackass. I doubt the next time we get a chance to take a tumble like that, we'll be quite as liquored up beforehand. Not to mention the setting, the volume, the company."[/say] He raises his eyebrows pointedly on that last note, because they're both well aware of the unexpected run-in with a pale Ancient that might have already been putting Asta on edge.
The sudden remark - disgusting - has Danta furrowing his brow and peeking into the pina colada as if to check it hasn't accidentally grown lemons, before he realises the butcher is referring to something completely different. Laughing quietly and leaning back into the crook of his arm, it's through content and maybe slightly sleepy eyes that he watches the rest of the party buzz around them.
[say]"Mm, maybe we ought to get up and mingle,"[/say] he laments, saying it as if it's a threat, a wolfish smile creeping across his face. [say]"That'll keep us awake."[/say]
RE: walk past a devil child - Astaroth - 05-12-2025
A fiendish smirk blooms across Asta’s face as Danta laughs and smacks him in the chest. “[say]But I have you, darling.[/say]” Comes the immediate response, before he’s settling and chuckling a deeper sound as he continues, as the explanation is given. His brows lift, a dramatic telling of hanging onto every word that leaves the Maverick’s lips. “[say]Oh, yes, of course. I see.[/say]” He does, but he can’t help but to be a little snarky, figuring he’d earned his spot into being a brat tonight if it helped keep them both awake.
But they settle fairly quickly and he has to work hard to keep his fingers tracing along Danta’s shoulder and calf to keep himself in action enough that he doesn’t zonk out now that the liquor has finally warmed his bones, making them feel light and airy. At the mention of getting up, though, his dark gaze scans the floor and listens to the beat of the music, and he sags a touch more into Danta with the thought. “[say]I suppose we could dance?[/say]” He suggests, squinting out onto the dance floor before he pulls away slightly to look at Danta with a raised brow.
RE: walk past a devil child - Dantalion - 05-12-2025
[say]"Mm, that's true. And you did a wonderful job,"[/say] Danta concedes, reaching back out for his cocktail to take a slow sip of it, casting a sly side glance back at Asta for good measure. [say]"Mmhm,"[/say] he drawls, as if sensing the snark and the bratty attitude and not rising to it if only because it proves that the butcher truly is back to his usual self. (For better or fucking worse, as it happens).
Setting his drink down and offering the pina colada out for Asta to finish, he's also of a mind to sink into the background noise and the liquor coating his bones enough to nap, only for the suggestion of dancing to have him almost instantly perking up. [say]"Uh,"[/say] he says eloquently, tilting his head towards the throng of writhing bodies.
[say]"It's not the sort of dancing I think you're thinking of,"[/say] he warns. [say]"You'd enjoy yourself more just sitting here."[/say]
RE: walk past a devil child - Astaroth - 05-12-2025
He did do a good job - but as Danta doesn’t rise to the bait he’s offering in being bratty and perfectly terribly normal, the butcher finds himself softening out of it just because it was never fun if Danta didn’t play along. Which is probably for the best, as it turns out. Pacified only by the offer of the Pina colada once more so he can down the rest of it, his fingertips drawing idle patterns into his lover’s calf and shoulder.
Then, asking about dancing, he feels the second Danta perks up and he focuses back on the crowd that appears to be doing some version of a dance. Unlike one he’s ever seen. “[say]I can see that.[/say]” He agrees, flashing a touch of snark even if the smile that flares after is warm and adoring. “[say]Perhaps you could show me, darling? I will have to learn sometime, will I not?[/say]” And while he can see people dancing in the background, he doesn’t know what it all entails.
And when he does find out, well.. We’ll get there when we get there.
RE: walk past a devil child - Dantalion - 05-12-2025
[say]"You want me to show you how I dance when I'm at a place like this?"[/say] Danta says with a raise of his eyebrows and a mischievous smile. [say]"Asta, I'm not sure you know what you're letting yourself in for."[/say] Just in case, though, he downs the rest of his cocktail - and beckons a server to deliver them two more shots, the Maverick offering one to his lover and encouraging him to shoot it back. All the better to keep that lowered inhibition and that light and airy feeling in their limbs, no?
Then, rising to his feet and tugging Asta along with him, he leads them into the crush of people where, somewhere, he's sure Flora and a few of the gang at the bar are also deciding on a little cardio to keep the blood pumping. There's no blood in the air, at least - just the smell of sweat and sugar rims, the heat of a dancing crowd and the pulse of dozens of heartbeats.
And Asta will be able to guess exactly what sort of dancing (if it can be called as such) this is from the movements of the people around them, long before Danta grinds up against him and tugs him further into the fray.
RE: walk past a devil child - Astaroth - 05-12-2025
“[say]I am not sure, either, if I am being honest.[/say]” The butcher admits with a soft snort. His Pina colada is finished, at least, but before he knows it, more shots appear at their table and it hardly takes any encouragement from Danta to get him to down it alongside him - hissing slightly at the burn as it races down his throat. His limbs remain floaty, light and breezy and his inhibitions to making a fool of himself are gone as Danta rises to his feet and he takes a moment to mourn the loss of where he’d been wrapped around his lover.
It doesn’t matter much, though, because they drift into the throng of people, his attention immediately drifting to those already on the dance floor and he realizes with a touch of confusion (and a bit of horror) that he perhaps has made a mistake. At the very least, Asta does have rhythm as he moves, but he doesn’t expect Danta to grind up against him and tug him further into the crowd, until they’re essentially surrounded.
It’s a mixture of the alcohol and the surprise that has his cheeks flooding with heat, a rare occurrence from the butcher but one on full display, he does his best to return the favor with a breathy laugh at himself and far too much attention at keeping his tail from getting trampled on or wrapped around a stranger.
RE: walk past a devil child - Dantalion - 05-12-2025
Unlike when Asta had tugged him into an intimate little dance up at the Dusklight, here and now, Danta is in his element. It's messy, loud, claustrophobic and chaotic - what else could one of Dygra's children want, especially when fuelled by alcohol and the lingering memory of one hell of an orgasm in his veins?
The crowd presses in on all sides, the Maverick beaming up at Asta as he all but drapes himself against the other man, body lithe and serpentine against the rhythm of the music, ensuring that their most interesting parts are in near-constant contact. [say]"I don't think I've ever seen you quite so flustered,"[/say] Danta tells him, his lips all but pressed to his ear to be heard.
He at least notices the issue of their Ancient traits, the Maverick laughing as, with a brisk shake of his head, he pulls up his glamour, and the crowd floods in closer if anything. Close enough that some poor fool is grinding up against Danta now too, hands on his hips as if to draw him away from the butcher.