// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Melting indulgently into Danta’s side, the butcher happily nuzzles into the kiss pressed to his bearded jaw, turning to the Maverick to offer a retort to just how he’d ensure he remained precisely dry (though he can guess it would have a lot to do with having his hands on him). He gets nowhere with it, instead stealing a real kiss that has their steps briefly interrupted before the chaos of Danta gets the best of them.
He peels away and Asta resists the very strong urge to tug him back, letting him take the lead and offer more of an explanation back to Kaisel at Flora’s side, whose steps have very much slowed. “The only secret here is you, Kai, darling.” The butcher has time to purr before Danta’s swatting at his ass and taking off like a shot, and Asta will be damned if he’s left behind while Danta has all the fun with the spirits and the hot tub without him.
It’s a juggle to ensure he doesn’t spill what’s left of his drink as he chases after the Maverick, leaving the couple behind to explain a touch further about the intentions of the night. But the sight of him following will appear as if the ghoulish shadows at his heels have exploded with the motion, warping thanks to his haunt into a long cloak as fire bursts along the obsidian of his horns, like they’re cracking suddenly with flame. Like each tine of his antlers is its own variation of Apopo. “You cannot just say such things and run!” He calls after his lover as he too bolts up the path to the Wildering House, shadow and flame announcing his presence.
He peels away and Asta resists the very strong urge to tug him back, letting him take the lead and offer more of an explanation back to Kaisel at Flora’s side, whose steps have very much slowed. “The only secret here is you, Kai, darling.” The butcher has time to purr before Danta’s swatting at his ass and taking off like a shot, and Asta will be damned if he’s left behind while Danta has all the fun with the spirits and the hot tub without him.
It’s a juggle to ensure he doesn’t spill what’s left of his drink as he chases after the Maverick, leaving the couple behind to explain a touch further about the intentions of the night. But the sight of him following will appear as if the ghoulish shadows at his heels have exploded with the motion, warping thanks to his haunt into a long cloak as fire bursts along the obsidian of his horns, like they’re cracking suddenly with flame. Like each tine of his antlers is its own variation of Apopo. “You cannot just say such things and run!” He calls after his lover as he too bolts up the path to the Wildering House, shadow and flame announcing his presence.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
