run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
The declaration is met with an even sharper, more amused grin. “On one condition – that you do not tell Kaisel that I can sing. I would like to see his surprise.” He bounces his brows, despite the bruises that still linger on his face – making it almost comical with the black eye that still sits on his face. “Then we have a deal, darling.” He hums, assuming that she’ll agree – because why wouldn’t she?
As the words leave his lips for the quiet comment he makes, he doesn’t expect the vibrancy of which she responds with it – though he probably should, knowing her. The excitement and exuberance of her surprise and delight melt in him, her arms wrapping around him and he’s quietly thankful for the healing waters they’re soaking in for it to not hurt as much as it probably should be.
His arms instinctively go around her, his tail swishing from the flux of the water with the sudden movement, jostled as he hugs her tight to him despite the little blips of pain that leak out of him with it. As she pulls back, he regards her with content, excitement, and utmost adoration for a man they both adored. His eyes are brighter now that they aren’t shadowed with memories and trauma, honeyed and warm as he shakes his head. The tips of his hair against his shoulders spread in the water like a paintbrush as he starts to explain.
“He does not know, no. I intend on keeping it a surprise. After Kiada’s wedding, he decided it may not be as bad as it seemed.” He pauses, tilting his head with a little click of his tongue, his accent dropping a touch thicker. “I never thought it would be a move I would make, either, but somehow it just.. I do not really know, but I think it would make sense. Besides, any excuse for him to wear more jewelry is always a resounding yes.” They both know the Maverick and his affinity for multitudes of gems and jewels, donning them any chance he could get on pretty much any available part of his body if he could get away with it (and he always did, Asta has found out).
“I do not have the ring yet, no. But it is being created as we speak.” Which might also add to the fact that he’d been nearly frantic with the thought of Danta wanting a break from him. After all, the butcher does not want to put him in a prison again. The mere idea of a leash not one that Asta could fathom for his partner. Not anymore, at least.
As the words leave his lips for the quiet comment he makes, he doesn’t expect the vibrancy of which she responds with it – though he probably should, knowing her. The excitement and exuberance of her surprise and delight melt in him, her arms wrapping around him and he’s quietly thankful for the healing waters they’re soaking in for it to not hurt as much as it probably should be.
His arms instinctively go around her, his tail swishing from the flux of the water with the sudden movement, jostled as he hugs her tight to him despite the little blips of pain that leak out of him with it. As she pulls back, he regards her with content, excitement, and utmost adoration for a man they both adored. His eyes are brighter now that they aren’t shadowed with memories and trauma, honeyed and warm as he shakes his head. The tips of his hair against his shoulders spread in the water like a paintbrush as he starts to explain.
“He does not know, no. I intend on keeping it a surprise. After Kiada’s wedding, he decided it may not be as bad as it seemed.” He pauses, tilting his head with a little click of his tongue, his accent dropping a touch thicker. “I never thought it would be a move I would make, either, but somehow it just.. I do not really know, but I think it would make sense. Besides, any excuse for him to wear more jewelry is always a resounding yes.” They both know the Maverick and his affinity for multitudes of gems and jewels, donning them any chance he could get on pretty much any available part of his body if he could get away with it (and he always did, Asta has found out).
“I do not have the ring yet, no. But it is being created as we speak.” Which might also add to the fact that he’d been nearly frantic with the thought of Danta wanting a break from him. After all, the butcher does not want to put him in a prison again. The mere idea of a leash not one that Asta could fathom for his partner. Not anymore, at least.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
