/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
The way Danta’s smile blooms is one that’s far more innocent than he traditionally sees on his lover’s face. It’s captivating with the way the light spills in, the way he leans in to press a short kiss to his lips. He indulges, because of course he does, and when he withdraws from it to brush his braid back out of his face and sees the foolish grin on his smile, the butcher’s never felt more right than he has in this moment.
“I will gladly wait to see it.” He promises the Maverick, just in case he feels like he should rush it. Which, probably brings them to the idea of planning, and as such the butcher finds himself very much not of the mindset to plan while they should toil the rest of the day away with their celebrations and of course telling their friends of the joyous news.
The chastised comment has Asta murmuring a warm laugh, shaking his head in a way that sends the antler chains dancing. “I want to spoil you. And besides, after today I imagine we have plenty of planning to do. I want tonight to be just about us, no?” He suggests, pocketing the box to fully wrap Danta in a tight hug, another kiss that sends sparks through him and leaves him feeling light as a cloud, before he’s withdrawing to snag his hand – the hand bearing his ring. “Shall we, then?” The sooner they go and eat, the sooner they can return to their room and indulge in one another and all of the rest of the sweet nothings that bloom through the butcher second after second.
“I will gladly wait to see it.” He promises the Maverick, just in case he feels like he should rush it. Which, probably brings them to the idea of planning, and as such the butcher finds himself very much not of the mindset to plan while they should toil the rest of the day away with their celebrations and of course telling their friends of the joyous news.
The chastised comment has Asta murmuring a warm laugh, shaking his head in a way that sends the antler chains dancing. “I want to spoil you. And besides, after today I imagine we have plenty of planning to do. I want tonight to be just about us, no?” He suggests, pocketing the box to fully wrap Danta in a tight hug, another kiss that sends sparks through him and leaves him feeling light as a cloud, before he’s withdrawing to snag his hand – the hand bearing his ring. “Shall we, then?” The sooner they go and eat, the sooner they can return to their room and indulge in one another and all of the rest of the sweet nothings that bloom through the butcher second after second.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
