run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
He has no stakes in whether or not the interns get more money or who’s paying who’s salary. What he does know is that he quickly slips out the side door with his lover against his good arm, and they make that slow going trek to the Dusklight as quick and least pain inducing as possible. It’s a double negative, of course, but Asta’s soft snort leaves him in a cloud as he lets flame drift up as a ribbon, pressing against Danta’s cheek and through his hair to try and keep him warm. “It is a shitty fire, with or without it keeping us warm.” Astaroth corrects, his accent filtering more akin to Ferrox as he lets the curse escape him.
Guiding the way like he knew the path by the back of his hand, he squeezes Danta’s arm lightly as the trudge through the cold breezes. “Careful, I may obtain a too large ego.” He hums, glancing toward his lover with a flicker of amusement — a mask, for all intents and purposes. “You were a beautiful distraction, you know.” He tacks on, utilizing that mask to rephrase Danta’s compliment, pausing to step over a particularly slick looking snow drift where the snow had melted and froze back over, ensuring he’s on steady ground before he helps Danta navigate it.
Guiding the way like he knew the path by the back of his hand, he squeezes Danta’s arm lightly as the trudge through the cold breezes. “Careful, I may obtain a too large ego.” He hums, glancing toward his lover with a flicker of amusement — a mask, for all intents and purposes. “You were a beautiful distraction, you know.” He tacks on, utilizing that mask to rephrase Danta’s compliment, pausing to step over a particularly slick looking snow drift where the snow had melted and froze back over, ensuring he’s on steady ground before he helps Danta navigate it.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
