// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Mm, I’m sure.” Asta breathes, though he does realize that Danta took care of him when he needed it. He’d told Flora just as much. It’s what spurred the whole change of the night, the admissions said that couldn’t be admitted aloud by the two of them that it required a separate party. Either way, he soaps up and cleans up the Theocrat, easily guided back by other Ancient and the kisses up his throat into the streams of water.
Letting it rinse them, his arms wind around the blonde’s in turn, keeping him close once the soap is gone. It feels like a slow dance, with the way they sway under the warmth of the water, letting it hit each portion of their bodies that have been occasionally neglected. Only when Danta untangles himself and turns off the water does the flame lick up to dry them off and keep them warm, and he’s immediately still touching the Maverick, refusing to part for too long. “Me too.”
He does guide them out toward the bed, surprisingly affectionate, a signal of just how drunk he still was. But it’s easier to do and show while inebriated, and if there’s something he wants to prove to Danta, it is all the words he doesn’t know how to say. “I am dreading waking up, though.” He admits a touch sheepishly, letting the fire flicker away into nothing as they reach the plush furs and he fixes the blanket he’d snagged to sit on the balcony. “How are you feeling? Aside from just being tired.” He asks, tugging the Maverick into the bed, fully preparing to curl up with him.
Letting it rinse them, his arms wind around the blonde’s in turn, keeping him close once the soap is gone. It feels like a slow dance, with the way they sway under the warmth of the water, letting it hit each portion of their bodies that have been occasionally neglected. Only when Danta untangles himself and turns off the water does the flame lick up to dry them off and keep them warm, and he’s immediately still touching the Maverick, refusing to part for too long. “Me too.”
He does guide them out toward the bed, surprisingly affectionate, a signal of just how drunk he still was. But it’s easier to do and show while inebriated, and if there’s something he wants to prove to Danta, it is all the words he doesn’t know how to say. “I am dreading waking up, though.” He admits a touch sheepishly, letting the fire flicker away into nothing as they reach the plush furs and he fixes the blanket he’d snagged to sit on the balcony. “How are you feeling? Aside from just being tired.” He asks, tugging the Maverick into the bed, fully preparing to curl up with him.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
