// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
“Oh, that is not what I was thinking… but now that you mention it.” The curve of his smile is mischievous, as if he’s readjusting his plans to fully change over to the idea of folding clothes and putting everything away, even if for once it was the last thing the butcher wants to do. He doesn’t, though, change his mind. Especially when Danta’s surging up to press a kiss against his bearded jaw — something that always melts the butcher just a fraction each and every time.
Humming a soft laugh, his lips quirk into a small and amused smirk. “I learned that is called a ‘sleep deficit’. And yes, I have a long while to make up.” Incapable of preventing himself from adding his fun fact of a day, the butcher’s smile is sharp as it is playful and bright, continuing to stroke through his lover’s hair — a fleeting thing as Danta sits up and Asta remains curled up awkwardly on the bed to make himself as short as possible.
His hands settle at the base of his ribcage, watching his lover with warm eyes that only brighten with the prospect. “We are still on vacation, yes?” He suggests with a smile. “Let us stay in Jack Tar. We can have a nice meal, I can find a healer, and I can tire us both out to sleep tonight, mm?” Leaning forward to dance his fingertips up along Danta’s arm, he sits up a touch more to see if he wants to make any adjustments to the impulsive plan.
Humming a soft laugh, his lips quirk into a small and amused smirk. “I learned that is called a ‘sleep deficit’. And yes, I have a long while to make up.” Incapable of preventing himself from adding his fun fact of a day, the butcher’s smile is sharp as it is playful and bright, continuing to stroke through his lover’s hair — a fleeting thing as Danta sits up and Asta remains curled up awkwardly on the bed to make himself as short as possible.
His hands settle at the base of his ribcage, watching his lover with warm eyes that only brighten with the prospect. “We are still on vacation, yes?” He suggests with a smile. “Let us stay in Jack Tar. We can have a nice meal, I can find a healer, and I can tire us both out to sleep tonight, mm?” Leaning forward to dance his fingertips up along Danta’s arm, he sits up a touch more to see if he wants to make any adjustments to the impulsive plan.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
