// day breaks sorrow //
“Before I sunk my teeth in, darling.” Asta offers the clarification playfully, a small smirk blooming on the corner of his lips — because he hadn’t gotten his teeth into anyone but himself, which was honestly the best outcome. Either way, though, his amusement remains in the crease of the facemask where his smile cuts through it.
Silent but very attentive to the sound that slips from Flora’s lips as she recalls what occurred, Asta can finally put faces to names, head tilting as he idly gives Danta’s shoulders a gentle rub for all the work he does for Flora’s own. “Ew.” Asta’s nose wrinkles in his disapproval, effectively wrinkling the facemask in the process and leaving little olive tiger striping between the green as he focuses on Flora again. “Perhaps she was trying to feel better about being in the same room as me.” He suggests with a slight shrug, huffing a little sound where it’s hard to tell if he’s pleased with the thought or simply tired.
Looking back down to Danta, Asta’s brow lifts and he snorts, flashing his lover a smile. “You are currently occupied, and darling Flora here has already had one hell of a night.” His honey gaze flits to Flora in adoration, before he looks back to Danta. “Rest assured, Danta, I fully intend to make you work at a later time.” His accented voice takes on a sing-song tone, one playful but promising as the sass leaves his lips, curving into a playful smirk after.
Silent but very attentive to the sound that slips from Flora’s lips as she recalls what occurred, Asta can finally put faces to names, head tilting as he idly gives Danta’s shoulders a gentle rub for all the work he does for Flora’s own. “Ew.” Asta’s nose wrinkles in his disapproval, effectively wrinkling the facemask in the process and leaving little olive tiger striping between the green as he focuses on Flora again. “Perhaps she was trying to feel better about being in the same room as me.” He suggests with a slight shrug, huffing a little sound where it’s hard to tell if he’s pleased with the thought or simply tired.
Looking back down to Danta, Asta’s brow lifts and he snorts, flashing his lover a smile. “You are currently occupied, and darling Flora here has already had one hell of a night.” His honey gaze flits to Flora in adoration, before he looks back to Danta. “Rest assured, Danta, I fully intend to make you work at a later time.” His accented voice takes on a sing-song tone, one playful but promising as the sass leaves his lips, curving into a playful smirk after.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
