// tell me i'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine //
The weight of his lover’s arm around his shoulder keeps him comfortably near, the kiss like a breath of fresh air. Parting only because there’s better, bigger plans in the short future, it doesn’t mean that Asta will let him go. If anything, he keeps him tucked in against him regardless of the ease of which they can walk afterward, plucking the bag up from the ground once they start moving again so the cockatrice isn’t left behind.
At least, what’s left of the cockatrice.
“It would be my pleasure, darling.” And it is, entirely, for the far more comfortable walk back to soak in all that much more sunshine and heat from Torchline’s shores before they can hop the Skyship back to home where Asta has zero intention of leaving their room for at least a few days. The Dusklight has handled their absence this long, what’s a few more days in the grand scheme?
- FIN
At least, what’s left of the cockatrice.
“It would be my pleasure, darling.” And it is, entirely, for the far more comfortable walk back to soak in all that much more sunshine and heat from Torchline’s shores before they can hop the Skyship back to home where Asta has zero intention of leaving their room for at least a few days. The Dusklight has handled their absence this long, what’s a few more days in the grand scheme?
- FIN
Astaroth
// say that everything is over, tell me i'm fine //
