// when it feels like all the world is wearing a frown //
It absolutely is a secret between just the two of them, he decides as Danta’s low voice reaches his ears and scratches something nice within him. It helps the smoothness with how they shift, as the dark messy strands of hair are tamed and without his face half pressed into the pillows, his beard finally has a chance to not be so smooshed.
Adoration slips into the dark honey of his eyes as he peers up at his fiance, never minding the way he lingers despite the agreement they’d made for him to bring it in here. And despite the permission granted to fall back asleep if he needs to, well, Astaroth has always been stubborn. He intends to do his damndest to stay awake.
He has just a moment of time to brush some of Danta’s golden hair back and tuck it behind his ear, leaning affectionately into the touch at his jaw. And when the Maverick finally decides to pull away to retrieve their food, the butcher manages to sit himself up a little more in the time he’s gone.
His head is propped up on a fist and he’s halfway to falling asleep again when the other Ancient returns, prompting him enough of a moment to shake his head and readjust his position a bit like it has any chance of fighting off the exhaustion. “Toast and jam, please, darling.” He hums, stifling a yawn before he’s reaching out to snag the cup of tea, craving the warmth even if the blankets were half draped across his legs, revealing the edge of one bare foot with the pale scarring that rides the edges and bottom of his feet. “How did you sleep? I imagine better without my seasonally insatiable appetite?” His lips twitch into a playful and exhausted smirk even as he lifts the cup to his lips to take a sip.
Adoration slips into the dark honey of his eyes as he peers up at his fiance, never minding the way he lingers despite the agreement they’d made for him to bring it in here. And despite the permission granted to fall back asleep if he needs to, well, Astaroth has always been stubborn. He intends to do his damndest to stay awake.
He has just a moment of time to brush some of Danta’s golden hair back and tuck it behind his ear, leaning affectionately into the touch at his jaw. And when the Maverick finally decides to pull away to retrieve their food, the butcher manages to sit himself up a little more in the time he’s gone.
His head is propped up on a fist and he’s halfway to falling asleep again when the other Ancient returns, prompting him enough of a moment to shake his head and readjust his position a bit like it has any chance of fighting off the exhaustion. “Toast and jam, please, darling.” He hums, stifling a yawn before he’s reaching out to snag the cup of tea, craving the warmth even if the blankets were half draped across his legs, revealing the edge of one bare foot with the pale scarring that rides the edges and bottom of his feet. “How did you sleep? I imagine better without my seasonally insatiable appetite?” His lips twitch into a playful and exhausted smirk even as he lifts the cup to his lips to take a sip.
Astaroth
// put a smile on and spread it around //
