a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
He also finds himself glad that they’re in agreement. It’s the last thing he ever thought he’d say aloud, but it’s in the open now, thankfully only for Danta to hear and silently judge him on. But they’ve come a long way since his awakening, and if he thinks about it too long he’ll realize that perhaps they would have been absolute menaces had they had the opportunity to be like this, back then.
Danta settles in against his side and chest now and as he fumbles for the blanket, Asta helps with his free hand to tug it up more around them. “Mm alright.” He murmurs, half already falling asleep now that the tension has eased from his chest. But he perks back up a moment later with a wrinkling of his nose. “Where that terrible dread sensation is coming from?” He sighs.
Danta settles in against his side and chest now and as he fumbles for the blanket, Asta helps with his free hand to tug it up more around them. “Mm alright.” He murmurs, half already falling asleep now that the tension has eased from his chest. But he perks back up a moment later with a wrinkling of his nose. “Where that terrible dread sensation is coming from?” He sighs.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
