// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
His earlobe does swell, reddened but not enough to detract from the ruby gemstone nestled amongst it. And while Asta can’t see it, he does feel the slight weight of the gem and the metal as Danta withdraws to survey him. “Ah, but it already feels off in terms of weight.” Comes the somewhat dramatic whine, saccharine in the slightly deeper accent that escapes him and the still darkened gaze that focuses on the Maverick as the loop is revealed.
Dark eyes track it before he nods his confirmation. “I think it is lovely.” He murmurs, his grin still too sharp and sly, but he tilts his head slightly to make it easier for the blonde to focus on the other earlobe. And now that he knows what to expect, he remains loose from tension, eyes shutting to take a deep breath of Danta’s scent again, intermixed with the tinge of metal — both from the jewelry and the lingering blood in the air.
Dark eyes track it before he nods his confirmation. “I think it is lovely.” He murmurs, his grin still too sharp and sly, but he tilts his head slightly to make it easier for the blonde to focus on the other earlobe. And now that he knows what to expect, he remains loose from tension, eyes shutting to take a deep breath of Danta’s scent again, intermixed with the tinge of metal — both from the jewelry and the lingering blood in the air.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
