// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“I am positive I have been called cursed for decades now, so perhaps it truly is fitting.” Returning the too cheery grin of the Maverick with a brighter one of his own, there’s a soft laugh that leaves him as he settles in to hear (and watch) the cards be revealed. His head is propped up on his hand as he scans the first card, the ace of cups face first toward him.
Luckily for Danta, Asta has zero fucking clue what any of it means. And he’s positive Danta doesn’t either, but at least the explanation is brilliantly off the cuff and Asta’s laugh rumbles from his chest as he sighs affectionately, rolling his eyes. “On second thought, maybe they are not so cursed after all. Wine sounds wonderful.” He admits, before shifting a touch closer, hand slipping out from the blankets to gesture toward the blonde to continue before he starts daydreaming about what kind of cup might be in his future.
A large part of him is hoping for another stunning set of teacups.
Luckily for Danta, Asta has zero fucking clue what any of it means. And he’s positive Danta doesn’t either, but at least the explanation is brilliantly off the cuff and Asta’s laugh rumbles from his chest as he sighs affectionately, rolling his eyes. “On second thought, maybe they are not so cursed after all. Wine sounds wonderful.” He admits, before shifting a touch closer, hand slipping out from the blankets to gesture toward the blonde to continue before he starts daydreaming about what kind of cup might be in his future.
A large part of him is hoping for another stunning set of teacups.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
