the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
It is a very good distraction for the butcher as he watches Danta shove the whole marshmallow into the flames directly, watching as it catches flame – enough that he’s stunned for a long enough moment that part of his own almost tries to burn completely too. Returning to it with the apology hanging in the air, he twists the stick before deeming it satisfactory, as if avoiding any answer to the sudden outburst and worry from the admission to the Maverick.
Luckily, it seems like it’s unnecessary, even if Asta feels a little better having said it. So it’s his turn to withdraw the marshmallow toward him, falling into old habits of letting it cool (even if they didn’t have marshmallows then to do it with, he recalls nearly burning himself on a pheasant he’d caught while scouting). It’s enough time for him to see Danta lean in and press the sweet kiss to his lips, one he presses back into like a lifeline, like he’s the holy grail.
He hums a note despite feeling relatively frozen in the face of Danta’s affections, before he nods. “You’re right.” He says with a soft sigh, plopping the now cold marshmallow into his mouth to chew on slowly as he replaces the one he’d just eaten with a new marshmallow. Placing it back near the flame, he notices the bottle offered and he takes it, too, swallowing down the sweet sugary bite of the marshmallow to drown it down with the liquor – thankful for the buzz to help numb his emotions before he hands the bottle back to his lover and leans in a little toward him as he twists the stick again.
“I would like that, yes.” He murmurs, nodding slowly before he puffs a sigh out. “It’s strange, isn’t it? I haven’t stayed a night open under the Climb’s skies since… well, then.” He feels like he’s babbling now, his accent growing thicker as he withdraws the now burnt marshmallow from the fire if only to hide the tremble in his hands, shoving it into his mouth immediately to stifle anything else from being said. At least for the moment.
Luckily, it seems like it’s unnecessary, even if Asta feels a little better having said it. So it’s his turn to withdraw the marshmallow toward him, falling into old habits of letting it cool (even if they didn’t have marshmallows then to do it with, he recalls nearly burning himself on a pheasant he’d caught while scouting). It’s enough time for him to see Danta lean in and press the sweet kiss to his lips, one he presses back into like a lifeline, like he’s the holy grail.
He hums a note despite feeling relatively frozen in the face of Danta’s affections, before he nods. “You’re right.” He says with a soft sigh, plopping the now cold marshmallow into his mouth to chew on slowly as he replaces the one he’d just eaten with a new marshmallow. Placing it back near the flame, he notices the bottle offered and he takes it, too, swallowing down the sweet sugary bite of the marshmallow to drown it down with the liquor – thankful for the buzz to help numb his emotions before he hands the bottle back to his lover and leans in a little toward him as he twists the stick again.
“I would like that, yes.” He murmurs, nodding slowly before he puffs a sigh out. “It’s strange, isn’t it? I haven’t stayed a night open under the Climb’s skies since… well, then.” He feels like he’s babbling now, his accent growing thicker as he withdraws the now burnt marshmallow from the fire if only to hide the tremble in his hands, shoving it into his mouth immediately to stifle anything else from being said. At least for the moment.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
