// with our one foot in the grave //
The great sized face of the dragon swings toward the butcher and he’d be lying if a thrill didn’t shoot up his spine, making his tail swing in jagged movements. It leans in close and Asta unfortunately has gotten partially to his feet by the time Danta’s nose presses into him, nudging him until he’s losing his balance again with a bark of a laugh, scrabbling onto Danta’s face for purchase.
He goes down again, picks himself up again, and watches as Danta’s head swivels toward the sky. “You can fly if you wish to. Just.. Come back at some point.” He calls up to Danta, his sharp grin on full display toward his lover. “Or, perhaps you can take me with?” He’s never flown, but fuck it if the idea didn’t seem tempting.
Besides, it isn’t like he hasn’t ridden Danta before, right?
He goes down again, picks himself up again, and watches as Danta’s head swivels toward the sky. “You can fly if you wish to. Just.. Come back at some point.” He calls up to Danta, his sharp grin on full display toward his lover. “Or, perhaps you can take me with?” He’s never flown, but fuck it if the idea didn’t seem tempting.
Besides, it isn’t like he hasn’t ridden Danta before, right?
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
