lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and i am not kind
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
“Ugh, the stairs.” He groans quietly in a flat tone. (Imagine the way Alastor says Susan and it’s on par.) And he flashes Danta a soft smile shortly after before he leans in to steal the kiss, silencing him swiftly with the slow and gentle press of his lips, tail curling tight against his leg to feel his arms wind around his shoulders and his neck, and it only serves for Asta to make the decision of pulling Danta even closer over him.
They part and Asta settles again, resting his head back against the headboard, tilted enough to not let his antlers knock into the headboard. His brows lift at the mention of renovating, though, silently charmed at the idea that Danta wants him here so much he’s willing to completely add into the room just to fit the two of them together. And with the idea forming in his mind, his gaze lifts toward the ceiling to imagine it better, humming a soft note at the idea. “I suppose I will need to be somewhat sober when it comes to taking a ladder to get to bed.” He teases, though he does really like the idea of it.
They part and Asta settles again, resting his head back against the headboard, tilted enough to not let his antlers knock into the headboard. His brows lift at the mention of renovating, though, silently charmed at the idea that Danta wants him here so much he’s willing to completely add into the room just to fit the two of them together. And with the idea forming in his mind, his gaze lifts toward the ceiling to imagine it better, humming a soft note at the idea. “I suppose I will need to be somewhat sober when it comes to taking a ladder to get to bed.” He teases, though he does really like the idea of it.
Astaroth
say your prayers now
