// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
“Precisely, darling.” More than content to claim his lips with the deal planned. And honestly, looking forward to each subsequent year that comes for the little get away at the beginning of the season. For now, though, there’s a task at hand and thankfully not too many people out and about that the butcher has to be on edge for, until they reach the Dusklight’s doors.
Reluctant to withdraw from his lover’s embrace, the butcher flashes a fond smile back at him as his hand is taken, tugged over the cobblestones toward the raging establishment that is their home. The din and heat of the interior warms him, but it also becomes threatening as he steps through the doors. Everyone keeps a wide berth from him, though, and for that little boon Asta is internally grateful for – but it doesn’t stop the shadows that look like little ghouls that trail at his heels like guard dogs ready to snap out at anyone nearby.
Asta’s attention is whole heartedly on the Maverick, though, spying that wink and snorting softly as they finally break through the main entry of the Dusklight toward the shadowed corridors of the rest of the building. Unable to part from him for too long, the butcher’s hand reaches for Danta’s side, long fingertips curling against the middle of his lower back as he guides him up to their room – opening the door for Danta to step in first before he follows him and closes the door, locking it behind him to ensure no interruptions. The fire in the fireplace blooms to a brighter heat, interjecting their room with a more sweltering heat that has him setting his cane down nearby before his focus is on Danta entirely. "This is much better." He sighs the relief, shoulders drooping a fraction with the tension as it lessens from his body.
Reluctant to withdraw from his lover’s embrace, the butcher flashes a fond smile back at him as his hand is taken, tugged over the cobblestones toward the raging establishment that is their home. The din and heat of the interior warms him, but it also becomes threatening as he steps through the doors. Everyone keeps a wide berth from him, though, and for that little boon Asta is internally grateful for – but it doesn’t stop the shadows that look like little ghouls that trail at his heels like guard dogs ready to snap out at anyone nearby.
Asta’s attention is whole heartedly on the Maverick, though, spying that wink and snorting softly as they finally break through the main entry of the Dusklight toward the shadowed corridors of the rest of the building. Unable to part from him for too long, the butcher’s hand reaches for Danta’s side, long fingertips curling against the middle of his lower back as he guides him up to their room – opening the door for Danta to step in first before he follows him and closes the door, locking it behind him to ensure no interruptions. The fire in the fireplace blooms to a brighter heat, interjecting their room with a more sweltering heat that has him setting his cane down nearby before his focus is on Danta entirely. "This is much better." He sighs the relief, shoulders drooping a fraction with the tension as it lessens from his body.
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
