// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
“That is why we require a vacation after our vacations.” He boasts a little proudly, despite the muffled approach Danta’s admission takes while he busies himself cleaning up the marshmallow. Asta smirks a bit wider to hear the smug confidence sat in his lover’s voice. “Oh I very much look forward to it darling, never fret.” He winks.
Ah, but the comment as he snatches up the marshmallow and the butcher leans in for the kiss distracts him to no end, withdrawing and unable to keep the laugh from leaving him as he backs up their conversation a touch to the reference about the worm. His head tilts, enough that a few dark strands fall into his face despite their finger combed attempt to stay back and tucked against his horns. “A worm?” He asks, and for a second Danta will be able to see the gears spinning in the butcher’s mind. “Are you foretelling me that I may have a lava wyrm shift one day?” Because as far as he could tell, Danta was the worm in this relationship.
And yes, Asta still loves him very much, even when he is a screaming, writhing, spitfire of a wyrm that bites surprisingly hard and screeches far louder than anything should.
Satisfied with his answer and the one that leaves Danta’s lips, the butcher’s smile is a touch more tender. “And I love you.” He hums with that same air of arrogance, the pride leaking from him as if he were the largest billboard on the side of the highway.
Ah, but the comment as he snatches up the marshmallow and the butcher leans in for the kiss distracts him to no end, withdrawing and unable to keep the laugh from leaving him as he backs up their conversation a touch to the reference about the worm. His head tilts, enough that a few dark strands fall into his face despite their finger combed attempt to stay back and tucked against his horns. “A worm?” He asks, and for a second Danta will be able to see the gears spinning in the butcher’s mind. “Are you foretelling me that I may have a lava wyrm shift one day?” Because as far as he could tell, Danta was the worm in this relationship.
And yes, Asta still loves him very much, even when he is a screaming, writhing, spitfire of a wyrm that bites surprisingly hard and screeches far louder than anything should.
Satisfied with his answer and the one that leaves Danta’s lips, the butcher’s smile is a touch more tender. “And I love you.” He hums with that same air of arrogance, the pride leaking from him as if he were the largest billboard on the side of the highway.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
