// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
The smugness of the lava wyrm’s look is just as worrisome as the fearsomeness of his fiance’s own dragon shift and Asta treats them just as equal as he carefully avoids facing any of the wrath the smaller form might. And as he returns, he finds his fiancé back as himself, though still just as smug. “I do love it when you compliment me.” He purrs playfully, smirking over at Danta as he feels the swat from the tail, his own wagging slightly from under the long jacket he still wears.
“Perfect, darling.” He hums, utilizing the peter pan to hold while he stacks in a way that wouldn’t cause it to start to topple the second someone wanted to grab something. He moves down the line and through the stacks as Danta returns with bundles upon bundles, allowing him enough time to sigh dramatically in agreement over the blizzard. “The middle of a blizzard to two Ancients, none the less.” He whines. “Perhaps after this we could take a fire bath?” He suggests, looking over at Danta with a raise of his brow and a slightly eager, if not still tired, grin.
And even if Danta didn’t want to join him, Asta decides he very much would like to lounge in a fire pit for a few hours regardless.
“Perfect, darling.” He hums, utilizing the peter pan to hold while he stacks in a way that wouldn’t cause it to start to topple the second someone wanted to grab something. He moves down the line and through the stacks as Danta returns with bundles upon bundles, allowing him enough time to sigh dramatically in agreement over the blizzard. “The middle of a blizzard to two Ancients, none the less.” He whines. “Perhaps after this we could take a fire bath?” He suggests, looking over at Danta with a raise of his brow and a slightly eager, if not still tired, grin.
And even if Danta didn’t want to join him, Asta decides he very much would like to lounge in a fire pit for a few hours regardless.
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
