// day breaks sorrow //
“Mm, I can tell.” He responds swiftly, already thinking of a particular regular that does her best to “accidentally” stumble upon him while he’s working, just so he can say a few words to her and watch as she flushes a red fierce enough to challenge the red lava spills of the Climb. He doesn’t mind it, though, it means whatever he’s doing is working. That people are charmed enough away from digging into anything deeper, like why his teeth are so sharp or why he sometimes arrives with somewhat suspicious looking bags in hand.
But, that’s neither here nor there. Because right now, he’s too busy lavishing his lover with all kinds of overdue attention, helping him slip into his pants as he kneels before him, peering up at him as he hands him the belt with a soft twitch of a smile on his bearded face. The starry reflection of the necklaces casts glittering light against the walls from the sun that filters in, and Asta realizes that if anyone were to shine so beautifully and unapologetically, it would be his Theocrat.
So Asta slowly rises, his knee popping in the process as his tail twitches contently. “You are welcome, darling.” He hums softly, leaning in to steal a too-quick kiss. “You look beautiful. Would you like to see?” Already he’s stepping aside and hovering over Danta’s back, angling him over to peer at the floor length mirror, to the two of them standing there in all their finery. Gentlemanly, of course, but brutal in their own way.
But, that’s neither here nor there. Because right now, he’s too busy lavishing his lover with all kinds of overdue attention, helping him slip into his pants as he kneels before him, peering up at him as he hands him the belt with a soft twitch of a smile on his bearded face. The starry reflection of the necklaces casts glittering light against the walls from the sun that filters in, and Asta realizes that if anyone were to shine so beautifully and unapologetically, it would be his Theocrat.
So Asta slowly rises, his knee popping in the process as his tail twitches contently. “You are welcome, darling.” He hums softly, leaning in to steal a too-quick kiss. “You look beautiful. Would you like to see?” Already he’s stepping aside and hovering over Danta’s back, angling him over to peer at the floor length mirror, to the two of them standing there in all their finery. Gentlemanly, of course, but brutal in their own way.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
