// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
The warmth of Danta’s cheek pressing against his own has him relaxing a fraction, exhaling a warm breath into the crook of his neck. He airs his question regarding Maea, though, and he knows the meaning behind it when it comes to when that conversation will happen. “Good idea.” He murmurs before the knock is heard and Asta reluctantly withdraws, but not before the bartender comes in.
He still keeps Danta pressed against him, but he gestures to where they can drop it off (turns out it’s a big pitcher of water and a single bottle of wine, as if not wanting ire from either of them) and Asta sighs a little as he thanks them, flashes that traditional sharp smile, and the second they leave he turns back to Danta to readjust him to sit on the bed. “One glass of water and I will give you a glass of wine.” He half orders, half instructs, stepping away to collect the glasses. He pours himself some wine and pours Danta the water, and returns to sit beside him, his tail lifting to wind around Danta’s hips to tuck him in.
He still keeps Danta pressed against him, but he gestures to where they can drop it off (turns out it’s a big pitcher of water and a single bottle of wine, as if not wanting ire from either of them) and Asta sighs a little as he thanks them, flashes that traditional sharp smile, and the second they leave he turns back to Danta to readjust him to sit on the bed. “One glass of water and I will give you a glass of wine.” He half orders, half instructs, stepping away to collect the glasses. He pours himself some wine and pours Danta the water, and returns to sit beside him, his tail lifting to wind around Danta’s hips to tuck him in.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
