[SE] if I become your ghoul

the evidence is on my body
but I never complain

The butcher also thinks things are in order right now, but it wouldn’t be surprising if that completely changed in the span of a few minutes. At least for now they seem too distracted by the appearance of the two of them to really start anything. And it isn’t like Asta will complain, not when he also gets to let his gaze linger on the Maverick, but have the opportunity to touch and embrace the blonde’s warmth more than the rest of them.

Call it a petty victory, or something.

Either way, Asta becomes Danta’s dutiful shadow, carrying everything they need to go upstairs and not come down for a while (even if the idea of sinking his teeth into someone deserving of it is increasingly nagging.) “Indeed we can.” He agrees a touch belatedly, distracted by the way Danta starts to carve the path toward the stairs, stopped like the celebrity he is amongst the patrons.

“Technically, the season did just change.” He drawls with a small smirk, sharp grin aimed to the back of Danta’s handsomely scarred, pale body. His grin is softer now that it’s just them — having edged toward more menacing with each patron that stopped the Maverick on the way up. Either way, though, Astaroth takes solace in the fact he is the one that gets to share the bed and the room with the Maverick. “Perhaps they were also taking the time to admire you, love.”

Astaroth

i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing