the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
It’s incredibly easy to fall into this rhythm – of touch from a man who loathed touch from anyone else, willing and often being the first to seek out that of the Maverick’s and the Maverick’s only. It’s the same now, with how he tugs him in against his chest to replace the warmth that had been missing during their investigation and purchasing of all of these materials that would most certainly do very little in the long run, but add them into he mixture of holiday spirit that Asta is more than content indulging in so long as Danta wanted it.
“Why not? It isn’t just Leafchange that the threat of spirits is abound, is it not?” Perhaps more likely, but, at the end of the day Ludo wasn’t only a Leafchange deity. The raggedy god was out and about all seasons at all times of the day.
Anyway, the butcher withdraws and already immediately feels the cold settle in despite the warmth from Danta’s back, withdrawing candles set in red and orange hued glass (a nice touch that Asta couldn’t have gone without, if he’s being honest), and returns to the Maverick with the candles outstretched for the blonde to light it, letting his mahogany warm gaze lift with that traditional shark toothed grin on display as he chuckles softly. “It does make strange sounds at odd hours of the night.” Does it? No. But Asta’s in it for the fun, too.
So he places two candles along the window sill after Danta has lit them, returning with the rest in the bag once their flickering flames signal that they, too, are a part of the superstition, snagging out a candle in a hue of deep muddy green glass that he sets by their haunted chimney, letting his own lick of flame spark it to life. “Would you like to start saging the room, then, darling?” He hums over his shoulder, face alight in the reflection of warm flames, setting all of the trinkets Danta had adorned in his hair to glitter, and the ruby in his still reddened ear to flash like molten blood in the light.
“Why not? It isn’t just Leafchange that the threat of spirits is abound, is it not?” Perhaps more likely, but, at the end of the day Ludo wasn’t only a Leafchange deity. The raggedy god was out and about all seasons at all times of the day.
Anyway, the butcher withdraws and already immediately feels the cold settle in despite the warmth from Danta’s back, withdrawing candles set in red and orange hued glass (a nice touch that Asta couldn’t have gone without, if he’s being honest), and returns to the Maverick with the candles outstretched for the blonde to light it, letting his mahogany warm gaze lift with that traditional shark toothed grin on display as he chuckles softly. “It does make strange sounds at odd hours of the night.” Does it? No. But Asta’s in it for the fun, too.
So he places two candles along the window sill after Danta has lit them, returning with the rest in the bag once their flickering flames signal that they, too, are a part of the superstition, snagging out a candle in a hue of deep muddy green glass that he sets by their haunted chimney, letting his own lick of flame spark it to life. “Would you like to start saging the room, then, darling?” He hums over his shoulder, face alight in the reflection of warm flames, setting all of the trinkets Danta had adorned in his hair to glitter, and the ruby in his still reddened ear to flash like molten blood in the light.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
