// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
A low thrum of a sound leaves Asta to feel Danta’s lips press against his throat. His bearded chin tilting up just enough to give him more of an expanse to tuck himself in there should he wish to, and as the Maverick melts in against him bonelessly and completely, Asta slowly sinks back to get more comfortable amongst the blankets and the lamplight of their den in this little tent – catching a glimpse of the beautiful ring on his finger as the light catches against the diamond horn.
“I know.” He purrs all cocky arrogance, though Danta would feel the smile with how Asta angles his head to press his cheek in to the crown of his lover’s head. It melts him further, the exhaustion and warmth of the other Ancient, all things that beckon him toward sleep yet again, though he doesn’t fall asleep quite as quickly as his partner.
Instead, he lays awake and strokes gentle paths along his lover’s spine, listening for anything that might become threatening outside, and only when he’s satisfied with everything around them does the butcher finally succumb to sleep.
- FIN
“I know.” He purrs all cocky arrogance, though Danta would feel the smile with how Asta angles his head to press his cheek in to the crown of his lover’s head. It melts him further, the exhaustion and warmth of the other Ancient, all things that beckon him toward sleep yet again, though he doesn’t fall asleep quite as quickly as his partner.
Instead, he lays awake and strokes gentle paths along his lover’s spine, listening for anything that might become threatening outside, and only when he’s satisfied with everything around them does the butcher finally succumb to sleep.
- FIN
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
