// when it feels like all the world is wearing a frown //
“…I was lost, mi amor?” Asta asks in his sleepy tone, only able to really pick up on the comments made while his subconscious runs the show. Still perfectly halfway there, he nestles into the Maverick as Danta’s arms slip around him and draw the covers around tighter. His eyes are still closed, listening and only shifting slightly to feel the fingers in his hair, malleable in a way he often isn’t.
It’s almost like he’s melted against Danta. “¿Té y no vino?” It feels like it should be later than it is, in this imaginary space his dream space had made for him. He doesn’t even realize he isn’t speaking the common tongue, but his accent is thick as it slips past his lips, a long slow breath escaping him comfortably to feel the warm line of kisses against his jaw.
He does start to finally wake up after that, though. The evidence in having a little more claim over his body with his arms that tighten and his head that adjusts slightly, the flutter of his long dark lashes before he manages to open them under the dark covers and sees somewhat next to nothing in the dim light. “Breakfast?” He asks, trying to recall whatever Danta had said.
It’s almost like he’s melted against Danta. “¿Té y no vino?” It feels like it should be later than it is, in this imaginary space his dream space had made for him. He doesn’t even realize he isn’t speaking the common tongue, but his accent is thick as it slips past his lips, a long slow breath escaping him comfortably to feel the warm line of kisses against his jaw.
He does start to finally wake up after that, though. The evidence in having a little more claim over his body with his arms that tighten and his head that adjusts slightly, the flutter of his long dark lashes before he manages to open them under the dark covers and sees somewhat next to nothing in the dim light. “Breakfast?” He asks, trying to recall whatever Danta had said.
Astaroth
// put a smile on and spread it around //
