// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
“A demon of varied varieties.” The butcher purrs back, snickering slightly to let the past remain in the past with the distraction of a kiss. It’s just as necessary for the butcher as it is for keeping Danta from losing his lid, and it works precisely how he wished it to as he withdraws and releases his fiancé in time for him to dart – looking after him with the fondness in his face that seems to suggest he does not have to be careful – and whatever happened after this he’d be willing to find out.
Left to his own devices, however, the butcher shifts into the dragon and starts stacking and nudging the logs into the door frame. It’s a tight fit, wings tucked in tightly, his head dipping when Danta appears again and the laughter tickles something warm within the butcher’s chest. Tilting his head to give him a look (it’s almost Jurassic park-like), there’s a puff of a snort that leaves him (the equivalent of not my fault, obviously). And continues to pile it in as Danta snags the bundles.
Only once the firewood is mostly done does Asta shift back into himself, smoothing out his jacket and stretching, glancing behind him to flash a shark-tooth grin to those he’d inconvenienced in the interim. And nudges them in enough to be able to close the door to keep the chill out, shivering lightly before he starts to hand off the bundles of the firewood to his fiancé.
Left to his own devices, however, the butcher shifts into the dragon and starts stacking and nudging the logs into the door frame. It’s a tight fit, wings tucked in tightly, his head dipping when Danta appears again and the laughter tickles something warm within the butcher’s chest. Tilting his head to give him a look (it’s almost Jurassic park-like), there’s a puff of a snort that leaves him (the equivalent of not my fault, obviously). And continues to pile it in as Danta snags the bundles.
Only once the firewood is mostly done does Asta shift back into himself, smoothing out his jacket and stretching, glancing behind him to flash a shark-tooth grin to those he’d inconvenienced in the interim. And nudges them in enough to be able to close the door to keep the chill out, shivering lightly before he starts to hand off the bundles of the firewood to his fiancé.
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
