// nothing is as simple, I worship, you're my temple //
“Heat, I believe.” Asta suggests, his arm looped around his lover’s shoulders as they both watch that particularly colorful hot air balloon travel toward its landing pad. And with the request to ride in one, the warm chuckle that escapes the butcher is nothing but charmed and in agreement. It couldn’t be that different from a sky ship, right? “Yes. I would like that very much, darling.” Squeezing his shoulder and shifting the bag he’d brought all the fucking eggs in, he tilts his horned head to nuzzle a gentle press to Danta’s temple.
Not having to worry about the heat and simply able to soak in the sun, the butcher’s dressed in plenty of his favorite things. The earrings Danta got for him glitter in his ears against the backdrop of the dark, shiny, straight hair of his, brushed back and tucked neatly behind the fire obsidian horns which certainly show their colors out here imbued by the sun. A cascade of warm opalescent hues dance through the tines of the antlers, looking almost less solid than they otherwise do.
The exclaim of eggs has their direction turning toward the kiosk and Asta’s immediately relieved to be rid of all of the egg~bois~ he’d been holding onto, stepping up with Danta to exchange the painted trinkets. “It certainly feels as though I am, though much of that is thanks to you.” The charm drips from his lips easily as he forks over egg after painted egg after painted egg to the vendor.
Asta is turning in 5 eggs from here: [KQ][SE] muderately messy (bigs)
Not having to worry about the heat and simply able to soak in the sun, the butcher’s dressed in plenty of his favorite things. The earrings Danta got for him glitter in his ears against the backdrop of the dark, shiny, straight hair of his, brushed back and tucked neatly behind the fire obsidian horns which certainly show their colors out here imbued by the sun. A cascade of warm opalescent hues dance through the tines of the antlers, looking almost less solid than they otherwise do.
The exclaim of eggs has their direction turning toward the kiosk and Asta’s immediately relieved to be rid of all of the egg~
Asta is turning in 5 eggs from here: [KQ][SE] muderately messy (bigs)
Astaroth
// and heaven, hold your gates open //
