// with our one foot in the grave //
It is a subtle shift, but Asta has been nothing but readable to the Maverick’s observations, and even now when he feels the warmth of his forehead against his own, his lover sees right through him – sparking a snort from the butcher that precedes the accented laugh that leaves him. “Is that not the intention?” To be ruined by Dygra was certainly an idea. One he fully doesn’t anticipate becoming reality, but the thought itself is amusing enough.
The kiss is snatched from his lips quickly and a bit surprisingly for Asta – he’s not fully caught back up to the conversation yet – he flashes his typically sharp and charming smile, though it’s tinged in a new shade of boyishness, reflective of Danta’s elation. Muting himself as his lover steps away and Asta ensures the crystals are where they should be in his pockets, his head tilts as he glances back up at his lover to hear that he feels weird.
“Weird how?” All at once, Asta’s boyishness fades into calculation, as if he can run his gaze along Danta from head to toe and find what’s wrong.
The kiss is snatched from his lips quickly and a bit surprisingly for Asta – he’s not fully caught back up to the conversation yet – he flashes his typically sharp and charming smile, though it’s tinged in a new shade of boyishness, reflective of Danta’s elation. Muting himself as his lover steps away and Asta ensures the crystals are where they should be in his pockets, his head tilts as he glances back up at his lover to hear that he feels weird.
“Weird how?” All at once, Asta’s boyishness fades into calculation, as if he can run his gaze along Danta from head to toe and find what’s wrong.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
