// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
It is easy to convince him, especially right here and now, but as they part and Danta closes the soft space between them, he listens precisely to the plans that are already forming. A part of him, distracted by the sage and citrus still clinging to his lover’s skin perks up with the realization and remembrance that he had heard about Charlie being pregnant, having forgotten it in the turmoil his soul had gone through. “Ah, yes,” he pauses, the extra tidbit of information making him freeze, hovering above his lover with his dark brows lifting, eyes wide before a throaty laugh leaves him that likely vibrates through Danta’s hand at his scarred chest.
Sinking down onto him now, his grin is bright and entirely amused as he squints up at his lover. “Does Flora know?” He asks, bouncing a brow playfully, infinitely amused by the kind of bullshit that Kaisel always seemed to find himself in. And so long as the Accepted was around, Asta’s fairly confident nobody could say anything about the type of shit he gets into if Kaisel is the comparison.
At the very least, he’s positive he wouldn’t end up in that kind of situation. “A demigod, however? My, our goddess has been busy.”
Sinking down onto him now, his grin is bright and entirely amused as he squints up at his lover. “Does Flora know?” He asks, bouncing a brow playfully, infinitely amused by the kind of bullshit that Kaisel always seemed to find himself in. And so long as the Accepted was around, Asta’s fairly confident nobody could say anything about the type of shit he gets into if Kaisel is the comparison.
At the very least, he’s positive he wouldn’t end up in that kind of situation. “A demigod, however? My, our goddess has been busy.”
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
