// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
Listening to the information Danta has accrued from Colt – a face he remembers form the birthday party as Danta speaks further, alongside the bits and pieces of her at the rodeo she’d put on time and time again, Asta can’t help the way the sharp smile grows a touch more ghoulish with the instruction. He’s all too pleased to be told what’s expected of him in this instance, and with it the butcher purrs his own little answer. “I can most certainly be a bastard.” The butcher manages before he’s descending and claiming a kiss.
He nuzzles in, blanketing him even more as the flame licks against their cheeks, the nip to his bottom lip one that has a huff of a hot hum leaving him when Danta speaks. “Good.” He murmurs, content to make out and indulge in this space, unsure whether or not he’d be able to manage anything else as his body starts to relax. His arms wind around him and keep him close, withdrawing with a few kisses peppered to his jaw and cheek and still providing affections in how he rakes his fingers through Danta’s hair, dragging it back and out of his face until his hand can rest against the nape of his neck, massaging little motions into the soft skin there.
“Is there anything else that has happened recently I should be made aware of? Now that I can actually focus?” He snorts, the firelight filling his eyes with hues of dark liquid gold.
He nuzzles in, blanketing him even more as the flame licks against their cheeks, the nip to his bottom lip one that has a huff of a hot hum leaving him when Danta speaks. “Good.” He murmurs, content to make out and indulge in this space, unsure whether or not he’d be able to manage anything else as his body starts to relax. His arms wind around him and keep him close, withdrawing with a few kisses peppered to his jaw and cheek and still providing affections in how he rakes his fingers through Danta’s hair, dragging it back and out of his face until his hand can rest against the nape of his neck, massaging little motions into the soft skin there.
“Is there anything else that has happened recently I should be made aware of? Now that I can actually focus?” He snorts, the firelight filling his eyes with hues of dark liquid gold.
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
