and you'll wake up all alone, on an old beat-down dirt country road
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
A fiendish smirk blooms across Asta’s face as Danta laughs and smacks him in the chest. “But I have you, darling.” Comes the immediate response, before he’s settling and chuckling a deeper sound as he continues, as the explanation is given. His brows lift, a dramatic telling of hanging onto every word that leaves the Maverick’s lips. “Oh, yes, of course. I see.” He does, but he can’t help but to be a little snarky, figuring he’d earned his spot into being a brat tonight if it helped keep them both awake.
But they settle fairly quickly and he has to work hard to keep his fingers tracing along Danta’s shoulder and calf to keep himself in action enough that he doesn’t zonk out now that the liquor has finally warmed his bones, making them feel light and airy. At the mention of getting up, though, his dark gaze scans the floor and listens to the beat of the music, and he sags a touch more into Danta with the thought. “I suppose we could dance?” He suggests, squinting out onto the dance floor before he pulls away slightly to look at Danta with a raised brow.
But they settle fairly quickly and he has to work hard to keep his fingers tracing along Danta’s shoulder and calf to keep himself in action enough that he doesn’t zonk out now that the liquor has finally warmed his bones, making them feel light and airy. At the mention of getting up, though, his dark gaze scans the floor and listens to the beat of the music, and he sags a touch more into Danta with the thought. “I suppose we could dance?” He suggests, squinting out onto the dance floor before he pulls away slightly to look at Danta with a raised brow.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
