a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
He feels Danta move again and Asta remains exactly as he is, focused away into the dark, watching the long shadows dance from where the bed posts blot out the dancing waves of the fire in the fireplace. “It’s okay, Danta, darling. Really.” He starts to say, because he’d never been up front about it. He wasn’t close enough to anyone to have the conversation in the first place, let alone know where to start. So he’d kept it close to his chest, and now for Danta to hear…
Well, it makes something within him seem to click into place. “Yes, I know that.” He starts to say, getting that air of regality back into his tone rather than the clipped quiet of his awkwardness. “Yet it also feels strange sometimes.” Like he should be wanting to be more open and more fluid and dive into bedsheets that weren’t his. But alas, more often than not the thought made him wince.
Shifting slightly so that he rolls onto his back a bit and into Danta a bit harder, he tilts his head toward the Maverick, scanning his face in the low light. “So perhaps if the mood strikes, there can be another code word?” It feels like an awkward joke as it falls from his lips, paired with the crookedness of a small smirk.
Well, it makes something within him seem to click into place. “Yes, I know that.” He starts to say, getting that air of regality back into his tone rather than the clipped quiet of his awkwardness. “Yet it also feels strange sometimes.” Like he should be wanting to be more open and more fluid and dive into bedsheets that weren’t his. But alas, more often than not the thought made him wince.
Shifting slightly so that he rolls onto his back a bit and into Danta a bit harder, he tilts his head toward the Maverick, scanning his face in the low light. “So perhaps if the mood strikes, there can be another code word?” It feels like an awkward joke as it falls from his lips, paired with the crookedness of a small smirk.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
