// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
Perhaps he should have clarified, the fact that he’s fairly confident Danta is only a lifesaver when it comes to him – something he’s quite proud of and certainly covets. So rather than comment or be more specific, he simply shoots his fiancé a sharp smile before slipping away to snag the wine and snacks. And with both of them in hand, he returns to his side as Danta continues to unbutton his coat and take the lead upstairs, and Asta has half a mind to wonder whether or not Danta will find a way out of all of his clothes by the time they reach the top step.
He stops at his coat, though, to hold the door open for the butcher to swan in and set the wine down and the plate of snacks – taking the moment to shed out of his own coat, hanging it up with all of the care for his things that he hadn’t had last season. He even goes so far as to roll up the sleeves of his turtleneck. “It felt pertinent after all of that hard work, wouldn’t you agree?” He comments belatedly, readjusting the bracelet on his arm before he’s snagging a piece of the prosciutto wrapped cheese and slipping toward Danta to offer it out to him. "We must keep our strength in these cold times." His voice drops with the joke as it slips past his lips.
Then, once his hand is free, he cups his cheek gently with an adoring smile, his thumb stroking along that handsomely defined cheekbone before he withdraws to snag two glasses for the wine and raises the flame a bit higher in the fireplace.
He stops at his coat, though, to hold the door open for the butcher to swan in and set the wine down and the plate of snacks – taking the moment to shed out of his own coat, hanging it up with all of the care for his things that he hadn’t had last season. He even goes so far as to roll up the sleeves of his turtleneck. “It felt pertinent after all of that hard work, wouldn’t you agree?” He comments belatedly, readjusting the bracelet on his arm before he’s snagging a piece of the prosciutto wrapped cheese and slipping toward Danta to offer it out to him. "We must keep our strength in these cold times." His voice drops with the joke as it slips past his lips.
Then, once his hand is free, he cups his cheek gently with an adoring smile, his thumb stroking along that handsomely defined cheekbone before he withdraws to snag two glasses for the wine and raises the flame a bit higher in the fireplace.
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
