// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Considering the fact that Asta has not had that much to drink, he sleeps quite well and for enough time that he doesn’t notice when Danta slinks out to collect his clothes. He doesn’t even notice immediately as he’s straddled, not until the blonde starts to press kisses up against his jaw and the light touch that he doesn’t feel all that deeply thanks to the scar tissue crisscrossing his chest.
It’s with a quiet, sleepy hum that he shifts a little to feel the weight, arm against his forehead as he tries to stretch as if it might shove Danta off (before he opens his eyes of course to see the view). But it doesn’t work, and he opens his gaze blearily a bit, blinking away the sleep to see Danta in the dark silk and gold of his own clothes, and a sleepy smile blooms onto his face, sharp teeth on display as he gruffs out a husky laugh.
It’s a much more pleasant redo of their meeting in the Climb as the arm over his forehead lifts to tug at the loose clothes adorning the Maverick’s chest, raising a dark brow. “Am I dreaming?” He murmurs with a grin, voice deep from sleep and accented even thicker, watching with a slight flush but deep content to see just how Danta would navigate it.
It’s with a quiet, sleepy hum that he shifts a little to feel the weight, arm against his forehead as he tries to stretch as if it might shove Danta off (before he opens his eyes of course to see the view). But it doesn’t work, and he opens his gaze blearily a bit, blinking away the sleep to see Danta in the dark silk and gold of his own clothes, and a sleepy smile blooms onto his face, sharp teeth on display as he gruffs out a husky laugh.
It’s a much more pleasant redo of their meeting in the Climb as the arm over his forehead lifts to tug at the loose clothes adorning the Maverick’s chest, raising a dark brow. “Am I dreaming?” He murmurs with a grin, voice deep from sleep and accented even thicker, watching with a slight flush but deep content to see just how Danta would navigate it.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
