black magic preacher

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

“You know, I’m not quite sure.” He says, dripping with sarcasm before he inclines his head for Danta to open the door. Inside is surprisingly nice — open and airy and with a balconette that has him drawn toward the warmth that’s sunk into the wood and stone. Either way, he turns just in time to be face to face with Danta and his excitement. “No, we did not. It’s quite nice, though.”

His head tilts a little and he starts to set the cane off to the side. “Alright. If you insist.” Which he’s sure the Maverick does, in a way that burns a small amount of annoyance at just how gleeful the Ancient is. So, proving to be the good boy that he is, Asta sits politely on the edge of the bed, waiting until Danta’s left to shrug out of his coat and hang it on the coat rack, ensuring he’s completely put together by the time he comes back. That, and ensuring that the fireplace is working.

And when he does he’ll find Asta in his silken shirt, standing by the window, watching the hues of color change in the sky as the sun starts to set, silently taking it all in (and basking in the warmth).

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine