// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
“Most certainly, darling.” The butcher practically beams his sharp smile over toward Danta to meet the sly smile shot back his way. But they settle back into work, exhaustion tugging at the butcher’s limbs even though he’s focused on ensuring the piles are steady enough. The promise of the fire bath at the end of it is a boon enough, and one that has him working almost faster if one were to pay attention to him. “That sounds absolutely divine.” He whines, the sound dramatic as it slips past his lips and heavy with his accent.
It doesn’t take too much longer before Asta’s finished up the firewood piles and steps back to see Danta’s little card placed as a sign to not use this firewood just yet, and while he could have adjusted some of the spelling, the butcher hums a soft laugh and wraps his arm around Danta’s middle to tuck him in close. “ Sí. Now, shall we get back to our room and warm up? I think my fingers are already turning grey.” He wiggles his gloved free hand for emphasis, before raising his brows toward his fiancé.
It doesn’t take too much longer before Asta’s finished up the firewood piles and steps back to see Danta’s little card placed as a sign to not use this firewood just yet, and while he could have adjusted some of the spelling, the butcher hums a soft laugh and wraps his arm around Danta’s middle to tuck him in close. “ Sí. Now, shall we get back to our room and warm up? I think my fingers are already turning grey.” He wiggles his gloved free hand for emphasis, before raising his brows toward his fiancé.
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
