Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
Asta will certainly consider it a loophole. And he’s silently very excited about the prospect – especially the older he gets. So, rather than having to deal with the debilitating wine hangovers that he’s slowly seemed to get used to over the seasons, it seems like it would solve more than one issue.
As Danta faces him properly, his hand twists a touch as he feels his lover’s fingers trail down his arm, letting him run his fingertips along the pale raised scars of the shackles that had bound him centuries ago. He’s always been cautious with letting those particular scars be focused on, but if anyone could get away with granting them attention, it’s the Maverick.
“Good.” He hums, relieved a touch that Danta wasn’t going to find some amount of ability to function again to brave the cold and mud to go and ask about the wine healing fountain immediately – even if the trek wasn’t too terrible with the shrine in the Temple. Instead, he indulges in the closeness with zero expectation, right as his focus begins to fall enough that he can feel the dull throb of his bruises, now darkening along his side and his shoulder.
Withdrawing slightly as Danta straightens, his dark eyes open to scan his face, shifting back to let him clean him up. “Is it not?” He asks with a small smirk that impacts the way Danta tries to clean away the blood. “Unless of course you mean not getting dinner here at the Dusklight..?” He raises his brows, a playful glance of innocent curiosity blooming on his face with the question.
As Danta faces him properly, his hand twists a touch as he feels his lover’s fingers trail down his arm, letting him run his fingertips along the pale raised scars of the shackles that had bound him centuries ago. He’s always been cautious with letting those particular scars be focused on, but if anyone could get away with granting them attention, it’s the Maverick.
“Good.” He hums, relieved a touch that Danta wasn’t going to find some amount of ability to function again to brave the cold and mud to go and ask about the wine healing fountain immediately – even if the trek wasn’t too terrible with the shrine in the Temple. Instead, he indulges in the closeness with zero expectation, right as his focus begins to fall enough that he can feel the dull throb of his bruises, now darkening along his side and his shoulder.
Withdrawing slightly as Danta straightens, his dark eyes open to scan his face, shifting back to let him clean him up. “Is it not?” He asks with a small smirk that impacts the way Danta tries to clean away the blood. “Unless of course you mean not getting dinner here at the Dusklight..?” He raises his brows, a playful glance of innocent curiosity blooming on his face with the question.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
