// i've got a lot to show for the time you're gonna lose //
“Good.” Asta purrs, pressing into the Maverick more as he starts to relax, as his hair finally starts to get into some semblance of an order. The butcher takes this as the prime opportunity to nuzzle in, hearing the scoff and feeling the way Danta turns away from it, allowing for a punctuated kiss just beneath his jeweled ear and the sharp curve of his jaw, before he’s withdrawing only enough to be able to look at his lover.
A breathy laugh leaves him, one that vibrates through his chest where Danta would likely feel it start first. “Yes. That is precisely what I meant.” He hums, his eyes softening with his adoration as he releases the Maverick’s hand he’d pinned into the bed to start brushing the golden strands out and away from his face in return. The moment grows softer, though, one that has him memorizing every lingering detail – from the way their breaths sound against the crackle of the fireplace, the heat that radiates from them and back, the swelter of the room and the presents in his periphery.
Thanks for celebrating with me. Lingers in his mind just the same, too, as if the butcher would ever find himself anywhere else but here. It’s his favorite place to be – whether it’s here in Torchline, in the Dusklight, to the Talism-Inn and the Sparkbird’s Nest. Each and every one of them had Danta in common, even before he could put the pieces together that he loved him. “I would have it no other way, darling.” He waits there for a few moments longer before he's withdrawing, only to pull Danta in against his chest, corralling them into the bed properly and wrapping his arms around him tightly.
A breathy laugh leaves him, one that vibrates through his chest where Danta would likely feel it start first. “Yes. That is precisely what I meant.” He hums, his eyes softening with his adoration as he releases the Maverick’s hand he’d pinned into the bed to start brushing the golden strands out and away from his face in return. The moment grows softer, though, one that has him memorizing every lingering detail – from the way their breaths sound against the crackle of the fireplace, the heat that radiates from them and back, the swelter of the room and the presents in his periphery.
Thanks for celebrating with me. Lingers in his mind just the same, too, as if the butcher would ever find himself anywhere else but here. It’s his favorite place to be – whether it’s here in Torchline, in the Dusklight, to the Talism-Inn and the Sparkbird’s Nest. Each and every one of them had Danta in common, even before he could put the pieces together that he loved him. “I would have it no other way, darling.” He waits there for a few moments longer before he's withdrawing, only to pull Danta in against his chest, corralling them into the bed properly and wrapping his arms around him tightly.
Astaroth
// by the time i go, i'll tear you up in two //
