// day breaks sorrow //
Watching with a warm glimmer in his gaze, it absolutely hides the concern that he masks with perfected ease. He hopes the dash of liquid courage will help the other Ancient relax, but with no way of knowing, the least he can do is try to pretend everything is back to normal, cautious of his movements in case it sets Danta off. For now, everything is good and easy, and Asta continues to make sure his movements aren’t a surprise and that his Haunt doesn’t make an untimely appearance, latching onto the masquerade idea with ease.
“Oh I am positive many will know exactly who I am, but that is half the fun, no? Pretending?” He suggests, waggling his brows as if for emphasis that while they’d know who was who regardless, the pretending was where it would excel. He could pretend to be the tall, dark, handsome and mysterious visitor to those that approached without them fully knowing just who he has.
Even if the shark-tooth smile he boasts would completely give it away.
His fingers warm further along soft skin, waiting to see if Danta did wish for him to help him out of the corset, and when the answer is given Asta can’t hide the vibrant smile that blooms in his face at the reasoning. “I was hoping you would say that, darling.” It had been his most self indulgent accessory, and before he takes a moment to drift behind the Maverick and out of his general line of sight, he softens the surprise with leaning in for a gentle kiss, soft and apologetic.
Stepping behind him, now, his fingers expertly drift down his spine to the tie, undoing it before he’s loosening the corset enough that Danta would be able to step out of it. The rush of relief for his lungs should be immediate, allowing him a chance to take as deep of a breath as he wants. And for the trouble? Asta presses another gentle kiss to the top of his shoulder - slowly, carefully, to ensure there is no surprises.
“Oh I am positive many will know exactly who I am, but that is half the fun, no? Pretending?” He suggests, waggling his brows as if for emphasis that while they’d know who was who regardless, the pretending was where it would excel. He could pretend to be the tall, dark, handsome and mysterious visitor to those that approached without them fully knowing just who he has.
Even if the shark-tooth smile he boasts would completely give it away.
His fingers warm further along soft skin, waiting to see if Danta did wish for him to help him out of the corset, and when the answer is given Asta can’t hide the vibrant smile that blooms in his face at the reasoning. “I was hoping you would say that, darling.” It had been his most self indulgent accessory, and before he takes a moment to drift behind the Maverick and out of his general line of sight, he softens the surprise with leaning in for a gentle kiss, soft and apologetic.
Stepping behind him, now, his fingers expertly drift down his spine to the tie, undoing it before he’s loosening the corset enough that Danta would be able to step out of it. The rush of relief for his lungs should be immediate, allowing him a chance to take as deep of a breath as he wants. And for the trouble? Asta presses another gentle kiss to the top of his shoulder - slowly, carefully, to ensure there is no surprises.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
