/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
Oh but he does indulge in flesh, just not perhaps the way Danta prefers to. And what an impasse that is, as he recalls briefly the memory yet again of his lips just barely brushing by the blonde’s arm, more than ready to bite down. What a shame.
His dark brow rises as his name leaves Dantalion’s lips, his posture still impeccably straight (maybe it is from the stick up his ass, who knows), when the Maverick’s question hangs in the air between them, and Asta – loosened by the alcohol that still buzzes through him, laughs a throaty sound. “A simple transaction. I provide you security, you provide me a room.” He shifts a little, then, slipping out of the stool to stand a little bit taller, to lean over the bar a bit more in the Maverick’s space, a playful (and maybe a bit terrifying in how the edges twist a little cruelly) grin spreads across his face, and a hand extended toward the shorter blonde.
“Do we have a deal?”
His dark brow rises as his name leaves Dantalion’s lips, his posture still impeccably straight (maybe it is from the stick up his ass, who knows), when the Maverick’s question hangs in the air between them, and Asta – loosened by the alcohol that still buzzes through him, laughs a throaty sound. “A simple transaction. I provide you security, you provide me a room.” He shifts a little, then, slipping out of the stool to stand a little bit taller, to lean over the bar a bit more in the Maverick’s space, a playful (and maybe a bit terrifying in how the edges twist a little cruelly) grin spreads across his face, and a hand extended toward the shorter blonde.
“Do we have a deal?”
Astaroth
i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
