my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
“Woe is me.” Asta drawls, a small smile blooming along his face again, revealing the sharp edges of sharp teeth and his fangs alike. A smile that remains while he drawls the menu in a quiet contemplative hum, offering his own quiet choices and waiting for Danta’s input – pleased and admittedly charmed when the Maverick chooses the lava cake. “That sounds lovely.” He hums, settling in while Danta takes the lead and only interjecting to see if they may be able to bring extra raspberries with the chocolate cake before they’re left alone again.
Warmth reaches his hand as Danta takes it, his face blooming with open affection as his tail sweeps out to wrap around the blonde’s in even more of a quiet touch. “Gods, it felt almost dreadful if you went out to simply have fun.” Scoffing slightly, the butcher sighs and shakes his head. “There was an air of how dare you.” His voice tilts up, a quiet and playful mimicry.
Warmth reaches his hand as Danta takes it, his face blooming with open affection as his tail sweeps out to wrap around the blonde’s in even more of a quiet touch. “Gods, it felt almost dreadful if you went out to simply have fun.” Scoffing slightly, the butcher sighs and shakes his head. “There was an air of how dare you.” His voice tilts up, a quiet and playful mimicry.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
