a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
He’s been quite busy within the Dusklight today, even as Danta’s left to pursue more business moves. Asta’s been like a fly on the wall — a tall one, watching and intervening when needed, but for the most part he’s like a little wraith, meandering.
At least until Danta returns, without a care in the world, looking smug and comfortable as he gets a drink. Asta is the long shadow that casts over him briefly before he settles in beside him, setting the cane on the lip of the bar. “You look happy.” He drawls, tilting his head toward Danta even as he orders a nonalcoholic drink, something sweet, to sip on as his dark gaze continues to scan the area.
At least until Danta returns, without a care in the world, looking smug and comfortable as he gets a drink. Asta is the long shadow that casts over him briefly before he settles in beside him, setting the cane on the lip of the bar. “You look happy.” He drawls, tilting his head toward Danta even as he orders a nonalcoholic drink, something sweet, to sip on as his dark gaze continues to scan the area.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
