— frozen grounds and leafless trees
Chuckling to hear his joke, Asta’s shoulders shrug lightly – the blankets shuffling around them with the movement. “I like to believe that she enjoys my organization.” He teases him back, thriving with each shiver of heat that touches his skin and brushes his scalp. “Perhaps it is because of the macabre tendencies within it.” He half asks, punctuating the thought with a warm kiss pressed to his shoulder again, nodding slowly as his fingertips stroke idle patterns into his skin as he hums another soft laugh.
He only adjusts when he feels Danta shift in his lap, lifting his head from his lover’s shoulder until he’s settled and he tucks his head in again, placing the bridge of his nose against his neck. “Mmm, I am afraid I will still be tired even after the fifth nap.” He drawls, his amusement evident in the twist of his lips. “Next time I shall teach you how to craft a mouse.”
He only adjusts when he feels Danta shift in his lap, lifting his head from his lover’s shoulder until he’s settled and he tucks his head in again, placing the bridge of his nose against his neck. “Mmm, I am afraid I will still be tired even after the fifth nap.” He drawls, his amusement evident in the twist of his lips. “Next time I shall teach you how to craft a mouse.”
Astaroth
the woods will haunt you like a frigid breeze —
