so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
“Mhm.” Asta mumbles, leaning into the touch against his horns, the flicker of the fire bringing out his own muted rainbow hues that are dull in comparison to the Maverick’s. However, he tucks him into his side and curls up with him, hand slipping to rest against Danta’s thigh, nestling in further (now that Danta’s taught him how to cuddle and not be half bad.)
Despite not being able to see it, Danta would feel the smirk that blooms on his face at the thanks, about to respond when he hears the curse and he chuckles a deep sound, that cocky and arrogant grin spreading further. “You’re quite welcome, darling.” He drawls in the face of being called an asshole.
But, as his hair (paired with the humidity of Torchline, does start to make a small curl around Danta’s finger), Asta’s arm slips around Danta’s shoulders to thread and comb through the tousled blonde at his shoulders, still trying to groom him despite it. “You shouldn’t look as ravaged in the morning as last time, at least. I, for once, cannot say the same.”
Despite not being able to see it, Danta would feel the smirk that blooms on his face at the thanks, about to respond when he hears the curse and he chuckles a deep sound, that cocky and arrogant grin spreading further. “You’re quite welcome, darling.” He drawls in the face of being called an asshole.
But, as his hair (paired with the humidity of Torchline, does start to make a small curl around Danta’s finger), Asta’s arm slips around Danta’s shoulders to thread and comb through the tousled blonde at his shoulders, still trying to groom him despite it. “You shouldn’t look as ravaged in the morning as last time, at least. I, for once, cannot say the same.”
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
