// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
He doesn’t mind the closeness at all – in fact, embracing it tenfold as he holds Danta up against him as they make their way out of the Rage Room. It is a strange feeling – like he can feel the ghost of the bloody collar Danta had given him against his throat, like his hand feels strangely staticky where he’d shredded it trying to slip the whip off. Phantom pains, of course, being made right again with the reset of the rage room. So it sinks in him with exhaustion instead, there on the fringes that’s visible in the way his arm remains tight around his fiancé .
“Agreed, darling.” He hums, pretending as though nothing has happened in the few minutes they were gone. It’s a lie, of course, and a very poor one with the acolytes that eye them as they walk by but wisely keep their distance. At the mention of cocoa, the butcher’s dark gaze drops toward his lover, a soft smile still playing on his lips as he nods. “Mm, yes. I think they have already started their peppermint bark cocoas too.” He hums, already craving the sweetness of it.
It doesn’t take them long to get through the Temple to the large doors, Asta opening them to let them slip through, still not letting him go as they turn the trajectory toward the bakery. “Would you like to go home after or spend a night at the Talism-Inn?” He asks, unsure whether or not Danta wanted the comfort of their room or if he wanted to ride out the night and likely the nightmares in a space it was less likely to be thought of daily.
“Agreed, darling.” He hums, pretending as though nothing has happened in the few minutes they were gone. It’s a lie, of course, and a very poor one with the acolytes that eye them as they walk by but wisely keep their distance. At the mention of cocoa, the butcher’s dark gaze drops toward his lover, a soft smile still playing on his lips as he nods. “Mm, yes. I think they have already started their peppermint bark cocoas too.” He hums, already craving the sweetness of it.
It doesn’t take them long to get through the Temple to the large doors, Asta opening them to let them slip through, still not letting him go as they turn the trajectory toward the bakery. “Would you like to go home after or spend a night at the Talism-Inn?” He asks, unsure whether or not Danta wanted the comfort of their room or if he wanted to ride out the night and likely the nightmares in a space it was less likely to be thought of daily.
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
