// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
“Ooh, two valid points.” The butcher practically purrs as Danta answers the question he’d let start to slip in his mind. It’s about that time that he’s admiring his fiancé and the way the fire molds around him before he actually manages to join him, quietly grateful Danta doesn’t have a quip about the pause before indulging in the flames along with him.
The fire tugs at the tension in his shoulders and his back, smoothed out only by Danta’s arms as they wind around him and the kiss is pressed against his throat. The butcher nuzzles in as the crackling flame wraps around him, too, sinking heat into the butcher’s body like it was breathing life into him. The mumble is met with Asta’s head tilting slightly, enough to press a kiss to the crown of his head.
He exhales softly, slowly in relief. “You are beautiful, darling.” He murmurs quietly, bullying his way to whisper the sweet nothing into the Maverick’s ear. “And I am quite the lucky man to get to call you mine.” Bolstered by the wine in his stomach and the relief of stress in his body and the way that Danta is utterly perfect, the butcher might continue to go on unless Danta shuts him up first.
The fire tugs at the tension in his shoulders and his back, smoothed out only by Danta’s arms as they wind around him and the kiss is pressed against his throat. The butcher nuzzles in as the crackling flame wraps around him, too, sinking heat into the butcher’s body like it was breathing life into him. The mumble is met with Asta’s head tilting slightly, enough to press a kiss to the crown of his head.
He exhales softly, slowly in relief. “You are beautiful, darling.” He murmurs quietly, bullying his way to whisper the sweet nothing into the Maverick’s ear. “And I am quite the lucky man to get to call you mine.” Bolstered by the wine in his stomach and the relief of stress in his body and the way that Danta is utterly perfect, the butcher might continue to go on unless Danta shuts him up first.
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
