// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
His heartbeat is loud enough to drown out the question and the ruckus from inside, his now suddenly free hand rests against his chest where it feels like his fingertips are tingly and his heart is trying to rip its way out of his body, trying to rein it in as the women make their departure, trying to offer them a nod and making some far away note about their attire that doesn’t find the headspace to sit in his mind at this present moment.
It isn’t until Danta returns more covered up that Asta’s finally starting to relax, able to feel his voice and hear himself speak again, jaw working tightly as he reaches to grab the shards of glass from the exploded bottle of wine. “I apologize.” He says wearily, looking up to Danta from where he collects the large glass pieces, face surprisingly pale. “That was my fault.” Though he wants to ask when the fuck Danta started letting corvids into his room (aside from the Maverick himself, of course).
It isn’t until Danta returns more covered up that Asta’s finally starting to relax, able to feel his voice and hear himself speak again, jaw working tightly as he reaches to grab the shards of glass from the exploded bottle of wine. “I apologize.” He says wearily, looking up to Danta from where he collects the large glass pieces, face surprisingly pale. “That was my fault.” Though he wants to ask when the fuck Danta started letting corvids into his room (aside from the Maverick himself, of course).
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
