// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
The grin returns in full force as he hears Danta tell him he can be as coy as he’d like to be tonight – given that he wasn’t planning on switching it up at all. Whether or not Danta told him he could or couldn’t, the butcher would stay as such. And yes, he can very much tell the fact that Danta wants to go and look through his clothes for the notebook. But for now, he’s able to rein in that attention back onto him.
Practically beaming despite the lack of affections to hear Danta agree to Longheat, the excitement softens into something charming on his face. “You are perfect as you are, Wasp. I meant more so everyone and everything else.” He’d have Danta no other way – the tornado of chaos incarnate he loves with his entire being.
As Danta relaxes his arms around him, Asta listens diligently to the picture Danta paints and the nostalgia that creeps into his voice, shaking his head with the question that’s posed to him. “No, I think I was off on my adventures or retrieving the meals for the after party.” He’d missed all the traditional Climb weddings – either scouting or learning – so the only experience he has are the old fashioned traditional means that for as graceful and gentlemanly and well versed the butcher is, none of those things accurately describe the two of them right here, especially for the rest of their life and the event that would describe such a thing.
So he lets Danta paint the picture, paying absolute attention to the ideas that filter through his mind, and Danta would see the absolute approval and appreciation in such a beautiful notion between Ancients. “That sounds beautiful.” He hums, nixing anything in his mind over what potential options he’d had, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. “I love it. Let’s do that.” He hums, confident in this decision, and even more confident to let it be Danta’s vision – a rare feat for the control freak that the butcher often is.
“I was debating the Dusklight or the Temple. I suppose it depends on how wild everyone intends to be.. Thalassa mentioned the Rage Room may be beneficial, though it depends on how we wish the afterparty to go.” Tilting his head slightly, one hand lifts to reach up to brush the golden strands away from Danta’s cheek.
Practically beaming despite the lack of affections to hear Danta agree to Longheat, the excitement softens into something charming on his face. “You are perfect as you are, Wasp. I meant more so everyone and everything else.” He’d have Danta no other way – the tornado of chaos incarnate he loves with his entire being.
As Danta relaxes his arms around him, Asta listens diligently to the picture Danta paints and the nostalgia that creeps into his voice, shaking his head with the question that’s posed to him. “No, I think I was off on my adventures or retrieving the meals for the after party.” He’d missed all the traditional Climb weddings – either scouting or learning – so the only experience he has are the old fashioned traditional means that for as graceful and gentlemanly and well versed the butcher is, none of those things accurately describe the two of them right here, especially for the rest of their life and the event that would describe such a thing.
So he lets Danta paint the picture, paying absolute attention to the ideas that filter through his mind, and Danta would see the absolute approval and appreciation in such a beautiful notion between Ancients. “That sounds beautiful.” He hums, nixing anything in his mind over what potential options he’d had, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. “I love it. Let’s do that.” He hums, confident in this decision, and even more confident to let it be Danta’s vision – a rare feat for the control freak that the butcher often is.
“I was debating the Dusklight or the Temple. I suppose it depends on how wild everyone intends to be.. Thalassa mentioned the Rage Room may be beneficial, though it depends on how we wish the afterparty to go.” Tilting his head slightly, one hand lifts to reach up to brush the golden strands away from Danta’s cheek.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
