// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
Utilizing his full name doesn’t grant the snark it used to – but regardless of it, the butcher is already moving lest there be more retaliation. Knowing him well enough by now to know it would be inevitable, it’s when they reach the door and he unlocks it and opens it that the butcher’s eyes roll gently in response to Danta’s look of I told you so, because he certainly wasn’t about to admit that he was right.
Instead, the room seems spectacular as they step in, leaving Danta to head toward the window first. Asta steps in and sets the bag down before surveying the hammock, the bed, the candelabras that he sparks to life in the air of a gentle whoosh of flame. They come to life as he finally steps toward the window, appreciating the nautical flare of a pirate’s steering wheel broken up and notched at the edge, running his fingers along the handle of it before he takes in the view. “Perhaps we should spend an extra day just to indulge ourselves.” The butcher suggests, flashing a sharp smirk over toward Danta, peeling his gaze away from the Brizo to envelop his lover into a warm hug in front of it. “There is a hammock.” He whispers in a low sing-song tone, knowing that Danta would love such a thing, before he’s pressing a kiss to his cheek and withdrawing.
His tail flicks against his heels as he takes it in now that its lit and vibrant. The scarlet bedding one that looks just as soft as it does warm. Spinning the keyring in his hand as an idle motion, he glances back toward Danta with amusement and fondness still writ across his features. “Come. Let us get the tasks out of the way before we can fully, mm, dive in? ” Already taking a step toward the door, the butcher’s hope is that the healer will be quick so that he can come back and fully give Danta all of the attention he’s meant to on this vacation, with no one but the sea to witness it.
Instead, the room seems spectacular as they step in, leaving Danta to head toward the window first. Asta steps in and sets the bag down before surveying the hammock, the bed, the candelabras that he sparks to life in the air of a gentle whoosh of flame. They come to life as he finally steps toward the window, appreciating the nautical flare of a pirate’s steering wheel broken up and notched at the edge, running his fingers along the handle of it before he takes in the view. “Perhaps we should spend an extra day just to indulge ourselves.” The butcher suggests, flashing a sharp smirk over toward Danta, peeling his gaze away from the Brizo to envelop his lover into a warm hug in front of it. “There is a hammock.” He whispers in a low sing-song tone, knowing that Danta would love such a thing, before he’s pressing a kiss to his cheek and withdrawing.
His tail flicks against his heels as he takes it in now that its lit and vibrant. The scarlet bedding one that looks just as soft as it does warm. Spinning the keyring in his hand as an idle motion, he glances back toward Danta with amusement and fondness still writ across his features. “Come. Let us get the tasks out of the way before we can fully, mm, dive in? ” Already taking a step toward the door, the butcher’s hope is that the healer will be quick so that he can come back and fully give Danta all of the attention he’s meant to on this vacation, with no one but the sea to witness it.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
