// when it feels like all the world is wearing a frown //
The feeling is most definitely mutual, given that Asta could care less about the vast majority of opinions out there – unless, of course, it meant actual physical harm to himself or the Maverick. So far, though, there is none of that to worry about, so who cares what people say about them? Instead, they can fall into this lush comfort of their den, of Asta’s penchant to try and leech Danta’s body heat, dramatic despite the affections provided. “It is the most entertaining part of it.” He informs him, smirking slightly as he shifts his head up to scan his lover’s face.
The way the firelight and snow reflection glints against the sharp panes of his face are a beautiful mix of chaos as he hears the suggestion, considering it a touch longer than anticipated. He typically liked to be in charge and drugs often had the opposite effect depending on the one taken, but if he was already somewhat out of his mind it likely couldn’t get that much worse, right? Lips parting briefly to respond, he’s cut off when Danta sneaks the kiss – one that Asta presses back into in a shade of last season’s fervor. It’s gentler, softer, full of gratitude rather than greed. And when he parts, he doesn’t stray far, close enough he can feel the final statements leave his lover’s lips as they brush against his own. “I am willing to give it a try, darling.” He murmurs, before he noses up to snag another one of those softer kisses, tinged with the hint of bacon.
The way the firelight and snow reflection glints against the sharp panes of his face are a beautiful mix of chaos as he hears the suggestion, considering it a touch longer than anticipated. He typically liked to be in charge and drugs often had the opposite effect depending on the one taken, but if he was already somewhat out of his mind it likely couldn’t get that much worse, right? Lips parting briefly to respond, he’s cut off when Danta sneaks the kiss – one that Asta presses back into in a shade of last season’s fervor. It’s gentler, softer, full of gratitude rather than greed. And when he parts, he doesn’t stray far, close enough he can feel the final statements leave his lover’s lips as they brush against his own. “I am willing to give it a try, darling.” He murmurs, before he noses up to snag another one of those softer kisses, tinged with the hint of bacon.
Astaroth
// put a smile on and spread it around //
