so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
The warmth of Longheat especially in Torchline is almost on par with the Climb this time of year. Torchline had the palm trees, the sea salt rather than sulfur in the air, the beautiful ocean tipped sunsets. So when Danta had surprised him with the Torchline trip as a vacation the morning they arrived, well… Asta was absolutely looking forward to it. Adorned in his usually Longheat Torchline attire – the billowy floral shirt and shorts to match, he’s left it open enough to see the scars of his chest peeking through.
The crow charm sits on his wrist easily, glinting all kinds of crimson beauty as he takes in the group gathering with smoke and the scent of charred meats. Tearing his gaze away from the scene to land on his lover in his shark shorts, a low laugh leaves him paired with the roll of his eyes, hidden behind the sunglasses on his own face. “Oh?” He retorts, absolutely following Danta toward it. “You should be quite careful with what you put in there, darling.” It’s a haughty return, one that’s paired with the arrogant readjustment of his sunglasses, before he winds an arm around Danta’s shoulders once he’s turned him back around to approach the barbeque, spotting a familiar enough figure running it who receives a sharp toothed grin.
The crow charm sits on his wrist easily, glinting all kinds of crimson beauty as he takes in the group gathering with smoke and the scent of charred meats. Tearing his gaze away from the scene to land on his lover in his shark shorts, a low laugh leaves him paired with the roll of his eyes, hidden behind the sunglasses on his own face. “Oh?” He retorts, absolutely following Danta toward it. “You should be quite careful with what you put in there, darling.” It’s a haughty return, one that’s paired with the arrogant readjustment of his sunglasses, before he winds an arm around Danta’s shoulders once he’s turned him back around to approach the barbeque, spotting a familiar enough figure running it who receives a sharp toothed grin.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
