— frozen grounds and leafless trees
“Do you think so?” He hums softly, a bit of amusement flickering in his face despite the exhaustion, unseen aside from how the Maverick might feel it from where his face is pressed in against the smoothness of his skin. “You and Charlie are truthfully the picture perfect image of Ancients to me.” All of the chaos in their blood that the butcher only seemed to harbor a fraction of. He makes up for it in other ways, he’s sure, but for the moment he feels as though if he were to do anything else but sit here curled up with Danta he might simply crumble into dust.
His touch lulls him enough to close his eyes, nuzzling his face into his neck gently, his breaths slowing as his arms grow a touch slacker from where he’s wrapped them around his middle. “So long as you do not mind, darling.” Asta hums softly, forcing himself to stifle the yawn the best that he can in this half sleepy state of delirium.
His touch lulls him enough to close his eyes, nuzzling his face into his neck gently, his breaths slowing as his arms grow a touch slacker from where he’s wrapped them around his middle. “So long as you do not mind, darling.” Asta hums softly, forcing himself to stifle the yawn the best that he can in this half sleepy state of delirium.
Astaroth
the woods will haunt you like a frigid breeze —
