ghost towns

/// come close to midnight, hell fade me down
and then my eyes got used to the darkness

“Mhm, I have started keeping track.” The first knife he finds is one that’s expected, plucked with a raise of his brow and a playful twist of his lips as he hides it away in the satchel brought with. The second one sparks a bit more of a surprise, a hum of a laugh, hiding it away again. But when the third is found, Asta’s deep chuckle is one of bewilderment. “Honestly, darling?” He asks, the laugh warm as it leaves him, following Danta down as his shadow melts in with the Maverick’s own.

He doesn’t completely trust that Danta’s completely weaponless, but he’s tugged down by the belt to crowd into his space, warmth bleeding into the other Ancient’s skin, his face burying into the side of his lover’s face - bearded cheek nuzzling in against his smooth and sharp cheekbone. “I am not completely satisfied, but I am content to be here, darling.” He purrs, shifting to press down into his torso, allowing his hands to continue to smooth down along his sides and skin in gentle swooping motions.

“Am I?” He asks belatedly, nosing in to press a kiss to his jaw and neck, withdrawing enough to let his warm honey gaze dance across his face.

Astaroth

and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///