// day breaks sorrow //
A low chuckle leaves Asta to hear Danta’s question, mischief flooding his gaze and a glint of happiness to see Danta playing with him, even while he still isn’t so sure that the realization of the haunt won’t send his lover into a spiral at some other point. For now, he can tenderly and gently play along in turn. “Of course not, darling. You and I make the most beautiful team, no?” It’s a proud boast, the butcher’s chest nearly puffing out as he dives in for the gentle kiss.
Withdrawing and being careful as he slips around behind Danta, the corset is taken off nearly as quickly as he’d put it on. And once his lover has stepped out of it, Asta folds it gently and tucks the laces in to set it aside, before returning to the Maverick’s side. “You are quite welcome, love.” He knows how Danta gets when it comes to restrictions. Whether it be through clothing or physical restrictions.
“Come with me.” He hums, the question soft but with an edge of please laced into the tone, offering his arm to take Danta with him to the little mini bar, snagging the decanter again to fill their glasses. This time, he fills his lover’s glass double the amount he fills his with, before setting it down and taking a sip from his own glass, giving Danta’s arm a gentle squeeze.
Withdrawing and being careful as he slips around behind Danta, the corset is taken off nearly as quickly as he’d put it on. And once his lover has stepped out of it, Asta folds it gently and tucks the laces in to set it aside, before returning to the Maverick’s side. “You are quite welcome, love.” He knows how Danta gets when it comes to restrictions. Whether it be through clothing or physical restrictions.
“Come with me.” He hums, the question soft but with an edge of please laced into the tone, offering his arm to take Danta with him to the little mini bar, snagging the decanter again to fill their glasses. This time, he fills his lover’s glass double the amount he fills his with, before setting it down and taking a sip from his own glass, giving Danta’s arm a gentle squeeze.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
