Astaroth
// so sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke. sip the gossip, burn down your throat //
“There, we shall settle with that.” The Butcher grins, letting the gentle laugh leave him, soft enough to not jostle the perfect positioning they have, nor to have him shift enough to scrape the headboard of their bed. But he feels the Maverick grow heavier, like sleep is trying its best to snag the other Ancient away from his possessive clutches. And he’s not quite ready to succumb yet himself, even after that intense bout of exhaustion that had hit him when Dygra had summoned him.
It won’t last long, though, not as Danta’s mumbles and the warm press of his lips to his neck have him melting, his own eyes closing to enjoy it as his fingers grow a bit more distracted. “Lovely.” He purrs, melting a little more into the bed and the Maverick combined. “Then a bang it shall be. We will need to rest up, seeing as it will be a long night.” Not as long as the LongNight itself, though Asta’s sure they’ll be up quite late tonight showing off his green flame and fancy new scar.
And with that in mind, his fingers start to slow about the same time Danta’s do, succumbing to a deep and heavy sleep that feels very rightfully earned.
- FIN
It won’t last long, though, not as Danta’s mumbles and the warm press of his lips to his neck have him melting, his own eyes closing to enjoy it as his fingers grow a bit more distracted. “Lovely.” He purrs, melting a little more into the bed and the Maverick combined. “Then a bang it shall be. We will need to rest up, seeing as it will be a long night.” Not as long as the LongNight itself, though Asta’s sure they’ll be up quite late tonight showing off his green flame and fancy new scar.
And with that in mind, his fingers start to slow about the same time Danta’s do, succumbing to a deep and heavy sleep that feels very rightfully earned.
- FIN
// you're not iconic, you are just like them all. don't act like you don't know //
