// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Ah, right.” Asta responds, snorting as Danta takes a sip of the coffee and hides the smile he can very much see reflected in the beautiful blue of his gaze. He doesn’t comment further on it, content to let his lover believe he’s won that portion of the argument, without delving into the fact that he likely was the one to bend them whereas Asta was simply there to enforce them.
Some things he doesn’t have to do anymore, thankfully. At least, none that he didn’t already agree with – such as the very strict security he’s begun at the Dusklight.
Instead, he focuses on his dramatics, of turning to stone and being a handsome coat rack, drawling all of the airs of despair that might come of the thought when it’s his turn to hide his sharp smile behind his coffee. “Sure, darling. I promise that I will not even throw a rock at your head.” He touts at the memory – of crawling out of the cavern Danta had found him in not unlike a spider with his willowy, thread barren state, only to have the rock launched at him and shoved back in.
He's also joking, though, because he very much prefers the vibrant, breathing, snarky man he’s come to love more than he thought was possible.
Some things he doesn’t have to do anymore, thankfully. At least, none that he didn’t already agree with – such as the very strict security he’s begun at the Dusklight.
Instead, he focuses on his dramatics, of turning to stone and being a handsome coat rack, drawling all of the airs of despair that might come of the thought when it’s his turn to hide his sharp smile behind his coffee. “Sure, darling. I promise that I will not even throw a rock at your head.” He touts at the memory – of crawling out of the cavern Danta had found him in not unlike a spider with his willowy, thread barren state, only to have the rock launched at him and shoved back in.
He's also joking, though, because he very much prefers the vibrant, breathing, snarky man he’s come to love more than he thought was possible.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
