// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
Hardly any surprises these days to befall them (for the moment, at least, until he realizes he’s gotten his Haunt magic), so content to let Danta finish off the bread lest he eat it all, he withdraws toward the fire as night overcomes the world outside. The view is still brilliant and beautiful and will only grow more so as the moon begins to brighten overhead, but for now the butcher’s distracted by the scent of the finished soup and the plan of settling in for dinner.
The bowls are brought and the butcher fills them both to the brim, ensuring the Maverick has a good hold on them all as he sets the lid back on and lowers the heat to keep it warm in case they want seconds rather than to scorch the entirety of it. “I do hope you will be thinking the same later.” Comes the soft quip as he turns to spot Danta on the warm plush rug with their wine and beckoning his approach.
Like a moth to flame, Asta steps forward, sitting down comfortably beside Danta to snag the bowl and bread. From here, the view out the window is a bit different - able to see the jut of rocks to the side of the view and the water in the distance - black and inky to match the dark sky, stars glittering in the distance. All of it, the butcher pays no mind to in favor for the beautiful view he has right now of the candlelight playing against his lover’s face. It’s a quiet admiration as he takes a bite of the soup and relishes in the warm, homey sensation it offers, enough that he swallows it down and snorts as he tears off a piece of bread to dunk into it. “How difficult do you think it would be to steal their cook for the Dusklight?” He asks, his voice low and full of conspiracy.
The bowls are brought and the butcher fills them both to the brim, ensuring the Maverick has a good hold on them all as he sets the lid back on and lowers the heat to keep it warm in case they want seconds rather than to scorch the entirety of it. “I do hope you will be thinking the same later.” Comes the soft quip as he turns to spot Danta on the warm plush rug with their wine and beckoning his approach.
Like a moth to flame, Asta steps forward, sitting down comfortably beside Danta to snag the bowl and bread. From here, the view out the window is a bit different - able to see the jut of rocks to the side of the view and the water in the distance - black and inky to match the dark sky, stars glittering in the distance. All of it, the butcher pays no mind to in favor for the beautiful view he has right now of the candlelight playing against his lover’s face. It’s a quiet admiration as he takes a bite of the soup and relishes in the warm, homey sensation it offers, enough that he swallows it down and snorts as he tears off a piece of bread to dunk into it. “How difficult do you think it would be to steal their cook for the Dusklight?” He asks, his voice low and full of conspiracy.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
