// with our one foot in the grave //
Dazed is perhaps not the right term. Dreamlike? Awed? Inspired? All of the above?
It’s different enough that Asta’s surprise is painted in the smile lines of his face, at the sharp toothed smile that’s more of a question than it is his usual confident smile. But he’s patient, hearing as the Maverick says he saw her, his head dipping to acknowledge it - because yes, that was the point of going to the cathedral, was it not?
Ah, but then he continues, and the crows feet from the dark honey of his eyes deepen with the way his eyes widen. Seeing her. Visually. Something he has never had the pleasure of, her voice a firm and stalwart guide for him the majority of his second chance life.
“Oh, darling, that is wonderful.” His voice is surprisingly soft, the realization harboring so much more than just face value understanding. It was monumental. And the happiness and pride that blooms from the butcher is bright enough when he reaches out to press the warmth of his hand between Danta’s shoulder blades. “How can I assist?” He murmurs softly, his smile somehow still growing brighter for his lover.
It’s different enough that Asta’s surprise is painted in the smile lines of his face, at the sharp toothed smile that’s more of a question than it is his usual confident smile. But he’s patient, hearing as the Maverick says he saw her, his head dipping to acknowledge it - because yes, that was the point of going to the cathedral, was it not?
Ah, but then he continues, and the crows feet from the dark honey of his eyes deepen with the way his eyes widen. Seeing her. Visually. Something he has never had the pleasure of, her voice a firm and stalwart guide for him the majority of his second chance life.
“Oh, darling, that is wonderful.” His voice is surprisingly soft, the realization harboring so much more than just face value understanding. It was monumental. And the happiness and pride that blooms from the butcher is bright enough when he reaches out to press the warmth of his hand between Danta’s shoulder blades. “How can I assist?” He murmurs softly, his smile somehow still growing brighter for his lover.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
