// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
“Far harder than I had intended.” He drawls playfully – because while yes, it was to better the region and the Dusklight in particular, Asta is still tired from everything of the previous season and it had felt like it took twice the effort that it might have in Flowerbirth. Though, perhaps part of that was due to the blizzard still raging outside.
Either way, Danta accepts the snack and Asta cradles his cheek with affection, eyes half lidded in appreciation for the way he tilts his head into the touch. “I would have actually been grey.” He poses, the drama slipping past his lips as his dark brows raise as if to prove the point. But the hands that soon cradle the empty glasses are turning pinker from the pale shade it had been previously and with the cork easily popped from well practiced motions, the butcher is pouring them glasses. “I most certainly did mention something about a fire bath.” Proudly boasting to take the credit for it, he turns back to invade Danta’s space to hand him the glass of wine.
Taking a sip from it, the pepper notes spark in little bits of spice on his tongue that he hums a content sound to, even as he studies his fiance’s face to see his thoughts on the drink of choice. “Perhaps one of these days we can have an actual pit in the room rather than folding ourselves into our fireplace.” Perhaps a fire pit on the mezzanine where they can peer down over all they own from the comfort of their own mini flame, an aesthetic of the volcano Danta has threatened plopping in the middle of the Grounds.
Either way, Danta accepts the snack and Asta cradles his cheek with affection, eyes half lidded in appreciation for the way he tilts his head into the touch. “I would have actually been grey.” He poses, the drama slipping past his lips as his dark brows raise as if to prove the point. But the hands that soon cradle the empty glasses are turning pinker from the pale shade it had been previously and with the cork easily popped from well practiced motions, the butcher is pouring them glasses. “I most certainly did mention something about a fire bath.” Proudly boasting to take the credit for it, he turns back to invade Danta’s space to hand him the glass of wine.
Taking a sip from it, the pepper notes spark in little bits of spice on his tongue that he hums a content sound to, even as he studies his fiance’s face to see his thoughts on the drink of choice. “Perhaps one of these days we can have an actual pit in the room rather than folding ourselves into our fireplace.” Perhaps a fire pit on the mezzanine where they can peer down over all they own from the comfort of their own mini flame, an aesthetic of the volcano Danta has threatened plopping in the middle of the Grounds.
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
