// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
A warm laugh leaves him, casting a glance over toward his fiance as he collects the items they need to make the smores. “We can rearrange toward the end of Leafchange before I am too exhausted to function.” He suggests, because the sentiment is precisely the same. They did need it more in Deepfrost, and Asta especially – now that he knows what to expect of the next upcoming season – knows he needs it immensely in the coldest winter month.
Grinning brighter, though, all sharp teeth and cheshire amusement, he hands off the marshmallows for Danta to impale with the pokers. “Indeed, darling, I am.” He confirms swiftly, twisting to snag the bag of chocolate he’s kept stashed away on the bottom of the cart. Twisting back, his tail curls around him to let the ashen tip settle in the fire that blooms bright in the fireplace while he diligently and meticulously preps the pieces of chocolate he’s broken the bar up into on the graham crackers, awaiting a toasty marshmallow bed to sit on.
It’s perfect timing with Danta’s duty completed, because the kettle begins to whistle as well and it allows him to remove it to make room for the Maverick’s sweet fluffy treats to start roasting while he busies himself then to prep the tea. “It is all yours, love.” The fire, he means, taking a few more minutes to let the tea steep and sweeten his up far more than Danta’s preference, before he’s handing the beautiful crimson cup to his fiance and snags the golden rimmed black one for himself and open a free hand to take two of the pokers to roast. “The tea is a new coconut chai blend I found in Torchline.”
Grinning brighter, though, all sharp teeth and cheshire amusement, he hands off the marshmallows for Danta to impale with the pokers. “Indeed, darling, I am.” He confirms swiftly, twisting to snag the bag of chocolate he’s kept stashed away on the bottom of the cart. Twisting back, his tail curls around him to let the ashen tip settle in the fire that blooms bright in the fireplace while he diligently and meticulously preps the pieces of chocolate he’s broken the bar up into on the graham crackers, awaiting a toasty marshmallow bed to sit on.
It’s perfect timing with Danta’s duty completed, because the kettle begins to whistle as well and it allows him to remove it to make room for the Maverick’s sweet fluffy treats to start roasting while he busies himself then to prep the tea. “It is all yours, love.” The fire, he means, taking a few more minutes to let the tea steep and sweeten his up far more than Danta’s preference, before he’s handing the beautiful crimson cup to his fiance and snags the golden rimmed black one for himself and open a free hand to take two of the pokers to roast. “The tea is a new coconut chai blend I found in Torchline.”
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
