don't need love when it comes in a bottle

run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine

He settles back into the pillows as Danta pokes his head up, soaking in the heat of the other Ancient like they’re both each other’s personal heat rock. “I know when to stop messing with them.” He boasts a little playfully – because Flora’s spirits adored him well enough, though he wonders if part of that is because of the Doubletake’s fondness for him. This spirit, however, he doesn’t know much about. But if it had freaked out with the curtains, he’s certainly going to leave them be.

There’d been enough haunting for one night.

“It never hurts to ask, does it?” He suggests, shifting slightly to clear his throat and ask – though the spirit’s been listening this entire time. Before the butcher can even get a word out, the door is opening to their room and snicking shut like the spirit’s old fashioned manners are on display. “Oh.” Asta murmurs with a soft laugh, one that radiates slightly through his chest. His fingers tap against Danta’s lower back as he peers at the door, awaiting the potential of it arriving with tea. “How long do you suppose we wait to see if it comes back?” He asks to Danta in a quiet whisper, his dark gaze slipping from the door back to his lover.

Astaroth

run, baby, run, run for your life