// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
He’d heard about Danta’s attempts with the tent – though any struggling he may have heard about seems next to impossible with the impressive way the Maverick gets it all set up once they arrive in the heart of the desert. It’s a smidge cooler than it had been the last time he’d been here, but he knows it’s leagues better than what the Grounds has to offer right now, and he’s not sure he’s ever been more grateful for all the thought his fiancé has put into everything to start the season off right.
Already not on edge for anyone nearby – it’s a sentiment verbally shared by his lover, and one that has the butcher’s low thrum of a laugh accompanying it. “Good.” He hums, striding from the other side of the tent where the heat blows in nicely and he’d absolutely been taking a look around for anything that might decide to make itself known, so that he can sidle up behind the blonde Ancient and wind his arms around his middle, close enough to press a warm and gentle kiss to the side of his neck before he rests his chin on his shoulder and peers out into the sandy expanse in front of them.
“I did.” He croons. “I do not think I have ever heard rain scream like that. How thrilling.” There’s a slight breeze from the way Asta’s tail twitches as if attempting to wag with the brief memory, amusement clear in his tone.
Already not on edge for anyone nearby – it’s a sentiment verbally shared by his lover, and one that has the butcher’s low thrum of a laugh accompanying it. “Good.” He hums, striding from the other side of the tent where the heat blows in nicely and he’d absolutely been taking a look around for anything that might decide to make itself known, so that he can sidle up behind the blonde Ancient and wind his arms around his middle, close enough to press a warm and gentle kiss to the side of his neck before he rests his chin on his shoulder and peers out into the sandy expanse in front of them.
“I did.” He croons. “I do not think I have ever heard rain scream like that. How thrilling.” There’s a slight breeze from the way Asta’s tail twitches as if attempting to wag with the brief memory, amusement clear in his tone.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
