// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
Dramatics are perfect for Asta, especially this time of the year. So as Danta all but collapses against him, his arms wrap around him and cage him in tight against him, a warm rumble of a laugh slipping from his lips as he nuzzles his head into the kiss pressed to the corner of his lips. “I missed your voice.” He murmurs softly, tugging them into the shade of the tent as his hands drop down to his sides, thumbs hooking into the belt loop of his low riding pants.
Practically preening at the compliment, though, his dark gaze scans the sharp panes of his lover’s face with a certain kind of arrogance and cockiness that Leafchange brings out in him tenfold. “Thank you, darling. I think I am getting the hang of it.” It’s a proud boast, confident and warm as he tugs him in closer to claim a true kiss after an excruciating amount of time without the taste of his lips.
Practically preening at the compliment, though, his dark gaze scans the sharp panes of his lover’s face with a certain kind of arrogance and cockiness that Leafchange brings out in him tenfold. “Thank you, darling. I think I am getting the hang of it.” It’s a proud boast, confident and warm as he tugs him in closer to claim a true kiss after an excruciating amount of time without the taste of his lips.
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
