// with our one foot in the grave //
“Of course it was.” Astaroth comments as if it was anything but, regardless if it was true or not. So long as the Dusklight saw him half stone half destroying shit, he could care less about the rest of it. But his tongue clicks as if disappointed but his body language seems to say anything but that. “Yes, yes, on a training dummy.” He sighs a little wistfully as if mourning the thought, even as his hot breath pours over Danta’s skin.
It's about the time that he makes his little request and Asta smirks into the other Ancient’s shoulder and neck, even as he plans his next move, trying not to laugh to ruin the effect of it. Instead, he takes a sharp inhale and groans a vibrating sound of a sigh. “Please, darling?” It’s in a pleading tone that’s an absolute first coming from the butcher, but it’s aired against the Maverick’s body all the same.
It's about the time that he makes his little request and Asta smirks into the other Ancient’s shoulder and neck, even as he plans his next move, trying not to laugh to ruin the effect of it. Instead, he takes a sharp inhale and groans a vibrating sound of a sigh. “Please, darling?” It’s in a pleading tone that’s an absolute first coming from the butcher, but it’s aired against the Maverick’s body all the same.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
