i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
There’s a certain way that the moonlight reflects against the other Ancient’s blonde hair, muting it into a warm silver that’s striking against the look from those bright blues surrounded in kohl, allowing them to pop that much more. It distracts him momentarily from the thought of chasing him down, despite the wicked gleam that flickers in his gaze. Asta’s own, in the low light, harbor zero honeyed warmth. Black by the darkness of the night and the shadows they walk along, he can’t help but to stutter his step to nuzzle his head back in. “I do know that, darling.” He hums softly, genuinely, feeling as though he can finally take a full breath now that it was just them in the woods on their own. It was something he cared about solely, even if the amount of caring was far less this season. He knows he'll think about it constantly once this feeling is brought back down from a ten.
He’s still contemplating whether or not to chase his lover through the woods or simply stay wrapped up against him to drown in the moonlit sea of his gaze when the laughter reaches him and his smile twists brighter and sharper for it. “Perhaps, you give me an inch and I shall take a mile.” He hums in a whispered sing-song tone before it breaks into his own warm laughter.
Though he quiets, as though the brief sugar high is beginning to fade from his veins. “Did you enjoy your break to talk to people?” He asks after a moment, leaning in to press his cheek to the Maverick’s temple briefly for another refreshing point of contact.
He’s still contemplating whether or not to chase his lover through the woods or simply stay wrapped up against him to drown in the moonlit sea of his gaze when the laughter reaches him and his smile twists brighter and sharper for it. “Perhaps, you give me an inch and I shall take a mile.” He hums in a whispered sing-song tone before it breaks into his own warm laughter.
Though he quiets, as though the brief sugar high is beginning to fade from his veins. “Did you enjoy your break to talk to people?” He asks after a moment, leaning in to press his cheek to the Maverick’s temple briefly for another refreshing point of contact.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
