// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
It’s soothing to be able to sit here and relax with one another in silence, if they so chose. The sound of the water is relaxing and certainly a rushing backdrop against the guitar strings vibrating now and then, but these are all tender things that add to the moment that Asta doesn’t notice aside from being the white noise background of Danta’s hand against his healed chest, the dull sensation of warmth that lingers with the star bursting of his hand, an anchor, a lifeline.
He clings to it as Danta’s voice fills the air, amongst the crackling of logs, snapping and spitting embers within the fireplace. His smile tugs slowly on his face, quirking up at the edges as Asta’s arm slips forward now to rest at his lover’s side, his fingertips trailing along the smooth jut of his hip. “Thank you, darling.” Comes the soft hum, ending in a gentle and soft laugh as he nuzzles his head into the crook of his own arm again, his dark gaze focused wholly on the Maverick now.
“I know you enjoy those things, Danta. And while I can be very stubborn, I want to at least try them once.” For you. For himself. To see if they’re as bad as his mind has made them out to be. And so far? Each and everything had been worth it. Even the dance, as a punctual reminder that he still harbored deep seated trust issues, but at least he’d learned.
He shifts, ensuring that the wine glasses aren’t in the way as he tucks himself closer, leaning in to steal a surprisingly tender kiss from Danta’s lips, withdrawing with the press of his forehead against Danta’s. “It should be a compliment, you know, that I love you so much that the Mighty Astaroth is trying new things.” His lips quirk in a playful tug, the sarcasm of his title dripping from his lips.
He clings to it as Danta’s voice fills the air, amongst the crackling of logs, snapping and spitting embers within the fireplace. His smile tugs slowly on his face, quirking up at the edges as Asta’s arm slips forward now to rest at his lover’s side, his fingertips trailing along the smooth jut of his hip. “Thank you, darling.” Comes the soft hum, ending in a gentle and soft laugh as he nuzzles his head into the crook of his own arm again, his dark gaze focused wholly on the Maverick now.
“I know you enjoy those things, Danta. And while I can be very stubborn, I want to at least try them once.” For you. For himself. To see if they’re as bad as his mind has made them out to be. And so far? Each and everything had been worth it. Even the dance, as a punctual reminder that he still harbored deep seated trust issues, but at least he’d learned.
He shifts, ensuring that the wine glasses aren’t in the way as he tucks himself closer, leaning in to steal a surprisingly tender kiss from Danta’s lips, withdrawing with the press of his forehead against Danta’s. “It should be a compliment, you know, that I love you so much that the Mighty Astaroth is trying new things.” His lips quirk in a playful tug, the sarcasm of his title dripping from his lips.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
