// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
The sensation of Danta’s fingers toying with the tips of his dark hair – silky smooth as they run between his fingers, Asta’s blink stutters a touch as he indulges in it. At least, until Danta announces that he’s notorious for overthinking, lips quirking into a small smirk in spite of it. “Oh?” He asks, playing dumb that he hasn’t realized that the butcher thinks often about the potential outcomes of whatever they come up against regularly.
“Mm, well, we are in agreement on the Climb.” The butcher agrees, head tilting slightly as he scans his lover’s face and the red hue that colors his fiance’s cheeks. “What about… Longheat. That way I am not absolutely exhausted, it does not fight for attention during your birthday, and it is the hottest most Ancient season.” Bouncing his brows playfully, his thumbs stroke a soft design in the small of Danta’s back as he holds him close.
As another thought hits him, he leans in and brushes his nose gently against Danta’s before withdrawing again to speak. “Do you think.. Maybe we could utilize the Obsidian Cathedral?” It would be a refreshing memory of the space from where Danta and Asta had often sat separated, scribing their names into the undersides of the pews.
“Mm, well, we are in agreement on the Climb.” The butcher agrees, head tilting slightly as he scans his lover’s face and the red hue that colors his fiance’s cheeks. “What about… Longheat. That way I am not absolutely exhausted, it does not fight for attention during your birthday, and it is the hottest most Ancient season.” Bouncing his brows playfully, his thumbs stroke a soft design in the small of Danta’s back as he holds him close.
As another thought hits him, he leans in and brushes his nose gently against Danta’s before withdrawing again to speak. “Do you think.. Maybe we could utilize the Obsidian Cathedral?” It would be a refreshing memory of the space from where Danta and Asta had often sat separated, scribing their names into the undersides of the pews.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
