/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
The warmth from Danta’s hand is a boon that Asta thrives off of, even if the weathering of their room is perfect. Sitting this close to the window, there is the brief coolness of the weather outside that cools the glass they sit beside, but with his fiancé pressed against him, he’s quite comfortable where he is even while he’s being pedantic. And as Danta rolls his eyes and dramatically groans, Asta’s laugh accompanies the sound. “I know that I would not tolerate it, and if I cannot, then it is less likely that you would.” He decides, his chin dropping to press a kiss to the crown of his golden hair and rainbow horns. His hand at his cheek and neck slip further back, toying with the little rogue small hairs at the nape of his neck.
Relaxing again as Danta starts to suggest other alternatives, the idea of a yeti has his nose wrinkling in obvious distaste. “It would not be hard for a yeti to destroy a statue.” Unfortunately for them. And something tells him a yeti wouldn’t be opposed to destroying a random shaped rock just for the sake of existing. Still, he’s quite proud that Danta thinks so highly of his tracking and survival skills, especially in the wastelands that are snowy landscapes. “I would love to see a yeti try, darling.” He loosens a bit more of his more feral side out as the words drip from his lips.
And with that hanging in the air, the butcher tilts his head and tugs his fingers in the blonde strands of his fiance’s hair to bully his way in for a real kiss, one adorned with the flicker of lightning as it streaks across the sky and rain continues to roll by their window.
Relaxing again as Danta starts to suggest other alternatives, the idea of a yeti has his nose wrinkling in obvious distaste. “It would not be hard for a yeti to destroy a statue.” Unfortunately for them. And something tells him a yeti wouldn’t be opposed to destroying a random shaped rock just for the sake of existing. Still, he’s quite proud that Danta thinks so highly of his tracking and survival skills, especially in the wastelands that are snowy landscapes. “I would love to see a yeti try, darling.” He loosens a bit more of his more feral side out as the words drip from his lips.
And with that hanging in the air, the butcher tilts his head and tugs his fingers in the blonde strands of his fiance’s hair to bully his way in for a real kiss, one adorned with the flicker of lightning as it streaks across the sky and rain continues to roll by their window.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
