// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Unused to the feeling of his exhaustion and conflicting emotions being met with tender and gentle hands, Asta’s face buries in more against the Maverick’s neck. “I will make it work.” He amends, thinking for a moment to add onto it before he promptly bites his tongue against it at that second before he hears Danta continue, eyes shutting and a sigh exhaling out of his chest again like he’s trying to regulate a strange and erratic heartbeat.
“I would say given my luck it’s par for the course, but… I am glad, you know?” He pauses, shifting his head to try and look up at the other man with dark eyes, tired and weary. “Even though she is a crow, I’m glad you have a companion.” He pauses again to bury his face, the tongue of iron lingering on his tongue from where he’d bit his tongue. “I… I would like to meet her.” Comes the quiet admission.
“I would say given my luck it’s par for the course, but… I am glad, you know?” He pauses, shifting his head to try and look up at the other man with dark eyes, tired and weary. “Even though she is a crow, I’m glad you have a companion.” He pauses again to bury his face, the tongue of iron lingering on his tongue from where he’d bit his tongue. “I… I would like to meet her.” Comes the quiet admission.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
