// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
A Merlot does sound wonderful, too, and it belatedly reminds him of the wine bottle on the nightstand with their discarded glasses. But it’s a thought that’s incredibly second hand in comparison to where his focus and attentions currently are. And currently, they’re being drowned out by the Maverick and the dull ache of his ears, of the weight of Danta in his lap and the possessive fiery hold he has on the other Ancient.
The fire laps at Danta’s neck and shoulders, curling around his fingertips through the golden locks, setting them aglow in orange and white, flaring as his lower lip is nipped at. And when the blonde pulls away, he’s flushed slightly, cheeks darkened and eyes equally as such, dazed and love drunk as his smile mirrors the other man’s. “You do not need to bring it to me. I am perfectly capable of getting up.” He hums, pressing in toward Danta to lovingly push him back enough that the butcher hovers over him and has released his legs from the entrapment of the blanket.
And with a departing kiss pressed to the Maverick, Asta slips off the bed, leaving the blankets behind and all scars on display, swanning to the long heavy mirror they had maneuvered nearby specifically for this purpose. He doesn’t know what to expect, but his tail sweeps behind him and curls in startled delight to see the changes the Maverick has made. Head tilting to inspect the additions to his hair and ears, he leans in to get a better look at the kohl that somehow brightens his already quite dark eyes.
The fire laps at Danta’s neck and shoulders, curling around his fingertips through the golden locks, setting them aglow in orange and white, flaring as his lower lip is nipped at. And when the blonde pulls away, he’s flushed slightly, cheeks darkened and eyes equally as such, dazed and love drunk as his smile mirrors the other man’s. “You do not need to bring it to me. I am perfectly capable of getting up.” He hums, pressing in toward Danta to lovingly push him back enough that the butcher hovers over him and has released his legs from the entrapment of the blanket.
And with a departing kiss pressed to the Maverick, Asta slips off the bed, leaving the blankets behind and all scars on display, swanning to the long heavy mirror they had maneuvered nearby specifically for this purpose. He doesn’t know what to expect, but his tail sweeps behind him and curls in startled delight to see the changes the Maverick has made. Head tilting to inspect the additions to his hair and ears, he leans in to get a better look at the kohl that somehow brightens his already quite dark eyes.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
