// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
Humming a soft laugh at the idea of their dark lady playing a joke, he settles with the idea that even if she’d thought it would be funny to see what happened, Asta’s fairly certain she could have seen how it would end up. Extremely devoted as he is, Asta’s confident that for whatever reason they ended up together that it had to be some kind of divine intervention.
Either way, though, Asta does not care much, so long as he’s the only one supplying the Maverick with affection and attention, and as they pay and step out of the bakery his arm remains possessive around his lover, feeling the way Danta leans into him. Eyeing the stairs briefly (always an enemy of the butcher), he’s careful as they take them down to the warmth that echoes through the Last Whisper from all the shops open so late.
“Thank you, darling.” The butcher smirks over at the blonde. “I think it is partly that I know what to expect, and partly the initial brunt of it was spent in the desert just the two of us.” He purrs back, and once they’re back on solid ground, the butcher leans in to obnoxiously steal another kiss, onlookers be damned. He does, however, avoid mentioning that the vast majority of how hard he’d tried to be normal tonight especially was because of the Temple. But if Danta doesn’t bring it up, Asta won’t either.
Either way, though, Asta does not care much, so long as he’s the only one supplying the Maverick with affection and attention, and as they pay and step out of the bakery his arm remains possessive around his lover, feeling the way Danta leans into him. Eyeing the stairs briefly (always an enemy of the butcher), he’s careful as they take them down to the warmth that echoes through the Last Whisper from all the shops open so late.
“Thank you, darling.” The butcher smirks over at the blonde. “I think it is partly that I know what to expect, and partly the initial brunt of it was spent in the desert just the two of us.” He purrs back, and once they’re back on solid ground, the butcher leans in to obnoxiously steal another kiss, onlookers be damned. He does, however, avoid mentioning that the vast majority of how hard he’d tried to be normal tonight especially was because of the Temple. But if Danta doesn’t bring it up, Asta won’t either.
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
