// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
Snorting at Danta’s robust tasting notes, Asta can’t help but to play along — his smile sharp as he snags the pot of soup to place it over the fire that he blooms to life. “Ah yes, very good. I could not tell.” The sarcasm drips playfully, before he’s pushing it aside in favor for warping the flame perfectly to nestle around the pot to start heating it up before he’s retreating back to Danta.
His brows pinch at the mention of whether it’s an innuendo, a shake of his head. “If it is, I admit I am unaware.” Safe to say, he too doesn’t know what the fuck a cobbler might be if it didn’t mean a delicious dessert. It doesn’t matter much, though, because he’s clinking his glass against Danta’s and taking another deep sip of the wine, letting it warm his throat.
Setting his own glass down and taking the moment to invade his lover’s space again, his arms wrap around his middle and his dark gaze flits from the strawberry to his lover’s face. “Are you offering?” He asks with a low teasing tone, his accent thicker as it wraps around the words. He leans in, then, snatching the smallest bite of the strawberry from his lover’s hand, centimeters away from the flesh of the Maverick’s fingers.
His brows pinch at the mention of whether it’s an innuendo, a shake of his head. “If it is, I admit I am unaware.” Safe to say, he too doesn’t know what the fuck a cobbler might be if it didn’t mean a delicious dessert. It doesn’t matter much, though, because he’s clinking his glass against Danta’s and taking another deep sip of the wine, letting it warm his throat.
Setting his own glass down and taking the moment to invade his lover’s space again, his arms wrap around his middle and his dark gaze flits from the strawberry to his lover’s face. “Are you offering?” He asks with a low teasing tone, his accent thicker as it wraps around the words. He leans in, then, snatching the smallest bite of the strawberry from his lover’s hand, centimeters away from the flesh of the Maverick’s fingers.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
