so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
Grinning and letting the deep laughter bubble out of his chest, the butcher rolls his eyes a touch playfully as he starts helping to set up their little hideaway. “Farming by utilization of aqueducts.” He replies instantly, in their little tango of comebacks. It doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest though, this book should be more interesting — though he fully anticipates Danta to pass out during the first chapter.
Regardless, Astaroth settles amongst the blankets and the warm sand radiating beneath, having placed the parasol in the perfect place where they won’t get burned by the sun, and tugs Danta down with him with a too bright grin, pale and nearly reflective in the bright bouncing light around them. He waits until the Maverick is settled with his head in his lap before he responds, carefully fussing over the blonde locks and tucking them behind diamond horns. “I am sure there is a pencil in the bag somewhere.” He drawls softly, before he settles to open the book with one hand, his other remaining glued to the blonde. “Are you comfortable?” He hums, peering down at Danta from behind his sunglasses.
Regardless, Astaroth settles amongst the blankets and the warm sand radiating beneath, having placed the parasol in the perfect place where they won’t get burned by the sun, and tugs Danta down with him with a too bright grin, pale and nearly reflective in the bright bouncing light around them. He waits until the Maverick is settled with his head in his lap before he responds, carefully fussing over the blonde locks and tucking them behind diamond horns. “I am sure there is a pencil in the bag somewhere.” He drawls softly, before he settles to open the book with one hand, his other remaining glued to the blonde. “Are you comfortable?” He hums, peering down at Danta from behind his sunglasses.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
