The icing on your cake, the cherry on the top
Sleeping might have put the strange night behind them, but it can’t keep the images of Asta’s grotesque shape from lingering, and it doesn’t take the loose ends and tie them into a neat bow of understanding. He’s doing his best to move on from the weird shit, to embrace nonchalance, because pffft, Asta’s true shape being a horrific nightmare hidden behind a poised and polished veneer is just an Ancient thing. After all, who among us who doesn’t have an ugly thing or two to hide, although they don’t usually take on a form that looks like it feasts on souls, but what’s your everlasting essence in the grand scheme of things? As for snapping for no real reason—we all lose our heads from time to time. Totally normal, especially when you’re trying to make a good impression on your girlfriend’s super important friends who whip out dicks and demons like they never learned what D&D stands for.
”Yeah, me too,” he says easily enough, pressing a smile into place that isn’t a complete lie, not when they’re so easy to procure in her company. ”I’m sorry I ruined another party for us. I guess third time’s the charm?” Not very sprinkle coded honestly. He’s acting much more like the paper panties on a cupcake you immediately discard. Not that he has felt thrown away, least of all by her, but he does feel like garbage about it all and there’s no denying that’s the first thing you remove to enjoy a cupcake.
He happily curls his arm through hers again once they finish descending the stairs, feeling more clingy than usual since she’d been the only lifeline back to sanity last night. Part of him is still bracing for some kind of bizarre learning experience today too, unaware he’d come here to be educated. Her heat and easy comfort are welcome amid the drizzle, and she guides them both as he lookie-lous at everything they pass by. Other than the weather, it’s a cozy little reminder of home, resembling the Silk Houses in some ways, though it’s decidedly different here. There’s something more mysterious about it, which isn’t anything to do with it being his first visit.
The promise of breakfast definitely has him perking up, the surrounding scents enough to make his mouth water as they battle the mud en route. ”Thank gods, I could eat my body weight in pancakes right about now.”
”Yeah, me too,” he says easily enough, pressing a smile into place that isn’t a complete lie, not when they’re so easy to procure in her company. ”I’m sorry I ruined another party for us. I guess third time’s the charm?” Not very sprinkle coded honestly. He’s acting much more like the paper panties on a cupcake you immediately discard. Not that he has felt thrown away, least of all by her, but he does feel like garbage about it all and there’s no denying that’s the first thing you remove to enjoy a cupcake.
He happily curls his arm through hers again once they finish descending the stairs, feeling more clingy than usual since she’d been the only lifeline back to sanity last night. Part of him is still bracing for some kind of bizarre learning experience today too, unaware he’d come here to be educated. Her heat and easy comfort are welcome amid the drizzle, and she guides them both as he lookie-lous at everything they pass by. Other than the weather, it’s a cozy little reminder of home, resembling the Silk Houses in some ways, though it’s decidedly different here. There’s something more mysterious about it, which isn’t anything to do with it being his first visit.
The promise of breakfast definitely has him perking up, the surrounding scents enough to make his mouth water as they battle the mud en route. ”Thank gods, I could eat my body weight in pancakes right about now.”
Kaisel
The perfect mix of Saturday night and the rest of your life
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
