— frozen grounds and leafless trees
“No, that is true.” Asta agrees with a small huff of a laugh – one that’s only there in lieu of keeping him awake as they settle in. “And for what it is worth, you and Charlie are not identical. You are quite the chaotic little beast.” He teases softly without all the fire of his usual teasing – even with the little comment made. It’s amusing as much as it is the perfect thought to flicker around his head until he can’t keep his eyes open any longer.
Such that the smattering of kisses to his head and temple lull him into the comfort of a deep sleep, exhaustion weighing on him heavily. “Wake me if anything good happens, mm?” It might take an act of Dygra herself to wake him, but either way he wouldn’t fully miss out on any good drama. For now, though, it’s the last thing he manages to get out before his lids shut again and he’s out cold again, soft airy snores warming the space between them where Asta nuzzles in.
- FIN
Such that the smattering of kisses to his head and temple lull him into the comfort of a deep sleep, exhaustion weighing on him heavily. “Wake me if anything good happens, mm?” It might take an act of Dygra herself to wake him, but either way he wouldn’t fully miss out on any good drama. For now, though, it’s the last thing he manages to get out before his lids shut again and he’s out cold again, soft airy snores warming the space between them where Asta nuzzles in.
- FIN
Astaroth
the woods will haunt you like a frigid breeze —
