a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
“Not to sound dramatic, but I’d rather be stone than wear tartan.” He sighs, and Danta might feel the way his nose scrunches in his distaste for the pattern. As it stands though, the Maverick has settled, and Astaroth does his best to try and settle in return. The fact that he doesn’t flinch when he squeezes is a good sign, too, and Asta latches onto that arm in particular.
His horn snag on the pillow as he tries to get comfortable shortly after, but he seems to pay it no mind as Danta chides him for the candles. “Unfortunately I haven’t gotten my fire magic back.” He grumbles, but notices the room get darker and it helps him settle, and it helps soothe that pit of loneliness in his gut.
“Thank you.” He says, the sound genuine as his spaded tail moves to wrap around Danta’s leg, keeping him close as he tries to settle in to sleep again, only finding it difficult with the thoughts still racing through his mind.
His horn snag on the pillow as he tries to get comfortable shortly after, but he seems to pay it no mind as Danta chides him for the candles. “Unfortunately I haven’t gotten my fire magic back.” He grumbles, but notices the room get darker and it helps him settle, and it helps soothe that pit of loneliness in his gut.
“Thank you.” He says, the sound genuine as his spaded tail moves to wrap around Danta’s leg, keeping him close as he tries to settle in to sleep again, only finding it difficult with the thoughts still racing through his mind.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
