/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
“Perfect.” Asta crows playfully, his voice a touch thicker accented than it usually was as he focuses on the playful boast. It’s only there for a moment before it fades, their walk taking much more of the butcher’s focus to ensure they don’t slip and fall in the sand. There’s only one spot in which seems a bit shaky, but they manage it.
Only when theyre on solid ground and stepping through the doors of the Wildering House does Asta finally exhale a sigh of relief, squeezing his fiancé’s shoulders with a bright grin of his own, playfully body blocking any potential for anyone to stop them as he tugs him toward his room. He is still polite to the spirits, of course, but it’s very clear he has a goal in mind – one that means little to no interruptions when they’re so close to finally settling in for the night to take in everything that’s happened this evening and how that might or might not change their future.
“A draw suits me just fine, darling.” The butcher says, a touch breathless as he shifts the bottle of wine into the crook of his elbow so he can open the door to their room – greeted by the heat of the fireplace among the rest of the Longheat sweltering temperatures and the long stretched shadows of the shark jaws hanging above the mantle. He only releases Danta when he’s sure they’re both inside, closing the door behind them and finding a space beside the door where he might be able to snag a couple of crystal glasses in case they wanted more wine. “There. No interruptions. It can be solely us for the rest of the night.” The answer seems to bring some relief into Asta’s shoulders, his posture relaxing in the way it only seems to when it’s just them.
Only when theyre on solid ground and stepping through the doors of the Wildering House does Asta finally exhale a sigh of relief, squeezing his fiancé’s shoulders with a bright grin of his own, playfully body blocking any potential for anyone to stop them as he tugs him toward his room. He is still polite to the spirits, of course, but it’s very clear he has a goal in mind – one that means little to no interruptions when they’re so close to finally settling in for the night to take in everything that’s happened this evening and how that might or might not change their future.
“A draw suits me just fine, darling.” The butcher says, a touch breathless as he shifts the bottle of wine into the crook of his elbow so he can open the door to their room – greeted by the heat of the fireplace among the rest of the Longheat sweltering temperatures and the long stretched shadows of the shark jaws hanging above the mantle. He only releases Danta when he’s sure they’re both inside, closing the door behind them and finding a space beside the door where he might be able to snag a couple of crystal glasses in case they wanted more wine. “There. No interruptions. It can be solely us for the rest of the night.” The answer seems to bring some relief into Asta’s shoulders, his posture relaxing in the way it only seems to when it’s just them.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
