// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Are you insinuating I would do such a thing?” Asta asks, mock offended as evidenced by the smile that still plays on his lips. It’s a smile that remains even as Danta nestles in and can’t see it any longer, face angled up toward the underside of the mezzanine with the flickering candlelight and the warmth that radiates from the blankets and bounces between the two of them from within their confines.
Comments of sanity are melded with the soft press of the Maverick’s lips against the hollow of his throat, and the butcher’s tail coils a touch tighter around the blonde’s leg. “I do not know if more sanity would be a detriment or an improvement.” He muses, clearly contemplating it for a few long moments before he finally deigns to answer the Theocrat’s question. “We have wine coming, do we not?” He hums, as if just remembering it himself. “Other than that, darling, I am at your whim.” His fingertips thread through golden strands again, idly, wondering if Danta had plans beyond fortune telling.
Comments of sanity are melded with the soft press of the Maverick’s lips against the hollow of his throat, and the butcher’s tail coils a touch tighter around the blonde’s leg. “I do not know if more sanity would be a detriment or an improvement.” He muses, clearly contemplating it for a few long moments before he finally deigns to answer the Theocrat’s question. “We have wine coming, do we not?” He hums, as if just remembering it himself. “Other than that, darling, I am at your whim.” His fingertips thread through golden strands again, idly, wondering if Danta had plans beyond fortune telling.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
