[SE] love you 'til I rust

Astaroth

// but if you think I'm misery,

“I do believe I am full of them.” The butcher purrs, arrogance slipping from him with as much elegance as his shadows do as they draw over the both of them like a well-worn coat under the view of the people that steal glances at them. Already feeling better thanks to the painkillers and the prospect of a hot spring dip and hunt in the morning, the butcher’s arm remains comfortably around his lover’s shoulder as they wait for their meal and he accepts the additional boon to his ego as though he was none the wiser.

Slowly the crowd begins to relax, inch by inch until even the rowdiest ones take their final glimpse at the owner and his security before returning to their focus, even if Asta has let his favorite ghoul press against the wall above them to survey the rest of the group with its horned, smiling, devilish shadow like a warning sign made billboard.

“Mm, I meant more as though hiding in the shadows so they believe I am not there even if I am.” He says, mumbling toward the end to feel the obnoxious nuzzle to his bearded jaw, sparking a slightly inebriated snicker as he diverts his attention entirely from the rest of the Dusklight to turn his head to steal a kiss in the middle of Danta’s antics, the smirk pressed into it for the very public display.

then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //