you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
“Ah, I see.” Astaroth drawls, pressing into Danta’s space enough that his hands can wrap around the rail of the balcony, leaning into the touch against his chest and along hardened scar tissue. His honeyed eyes are black in the lowlight, still taking in the marks visible on pale skin, amusement lingering with the abyss of their depths as they lift to look at the blonde.
He’s already planning the midnight jaunt, as it so happens, letting a dark laugh slip from his lips as he shakes his head. Maybe it was more interesting, but he was entirely focused on Danta’s own scuffle when it left him marred like that. “Perhaps.” Comes the quiet agree to disagree, before Danta’s tone is more genuine, and Asta can quickly alleviate it with the way he lifts Danta’s chin up, meeting him halfway for a chaste and smoky kiss, relishing the addition to Danta’s citrusy status quo. “It certainly isn’t my intention to ruin this wonderful vacation.” Though he never intends to have nightmares, it feels necessary to say.
“Now, how might I tempt you for a swim?” He bounces a brow playfully, already starting to formulate ideas but curious if Danta has anything of his own he wants. A lock of his dark hair falls forward into his face, the long piece of hair brushing gently against the blonde’s face before he starts to withdraw.
He’s already planning the midnight jaunt, as it so happens, letting a dark laugh slip from his lips as he shakes his head. Maybe it was more interesting, but he was entirely focused on Danta’s own scuffle when it left him marred like that. “Perhaps.” Comes the quiet agree to disagree, before Danta’s tone is more genuine, and Asta can quickly alleviate it with the way he lifts Danta’s chin up, meeting him halfway for a chaste and smoky kiss, relishing the addition to Danta’s citrusy status quo. “It certainly isn’t my intention to ruin this wonderful vacation.” Though he never intends to have nightmares, it feels necessary to say.
“Now, how might I tempt you for a swim?” He bounces a brow playfully, already starting to formulate ideas but curious if Danta has anything of his own he wants. A lock of his dark hair falls forward into his face, the long piece of hair brushing gently against the blonde’s face before he starts to withdraw.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
