// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
“No.” Asta confirms, tilting his head slightly to catch those dark blues. His own are nearly black like this, with enough of a contrast to be able to tell where the pupil starts but that’s about it. No honey brightness to be found – though not because he isn’t happy. He is. “I don’t mind.” He says with a soft huff, giving him a gentle squeeze as he returns his affections along each rough piece of scar tissue.
This close, the mumble is easy to hear and impossible to avoid, and it’s sweet enough that the butcher’s fingers twitch where they curl in against his lover’s back, a soft sigh leaving him before his head is tilting so he can nuzzle his cheek into the crown of blonde, his horns catching a small amount of light in the process and casting an array of fiery rainbows in the process. “Or right after, technically.” He murmurs before he shakes himself out of that particular rabbit hole.
It’s this other sappiness that Asta leans on like a crutch as he remains nuzzled in, fingers tracing idle designs in his fiance’s side when he speaks. “I wouldn’t have met you if it hadn’t happened, you know.” He tries to make it lighter, but it’s equally just as sweet and sappy and sad in the right light.
This close, the mumble is easy to hear and impossible to avoid, and it’s sweet enough that the butcher’s fingers twitch where they curl in against his lover’s back, a soft sigh leaving him before his head is tilting so he can nuzzle his cheek into the crown of blonde, his horns catching a small amount of light in the process and casting an array of fiery rainbows in the process. “Or right after, technically.” He murmurs before he shakes himself out of that particular rabbit hole.
It’s this other sappiness that Asta leans on like a crutch as he remains nuzzled in, fingers tracing idle designs in his fiance’s side when he speaks. “I wouldn’t have met you if it hadn’t happened, you know.” He tries to make it lighter, but it’s equally just as sweet and sappy and sad in the right light.
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
