// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
The immediate answer has a quiet groan slipping from his lips, a small vibration that Danta will be able to feel with the way he’s melted into him. “Is it something you wish to do?” He asks, once again not opposed especially if a warning is given, gods knew the butcher any other season did enjoy the thrill of someone watching, though perhaps not so intentionally. It would be an experience for the both of them, he supposes.
But he’s asking about the name of this author, and a bark of a laugh leaves him to hear Porn Lord, the butcher’s affections pausing as he withdraws with a vibrant grin as Danta peeks up at him and gestures to the side table. “Oh my gods, darling. You do not mean Quentin King??” He nearly gasps with the dramatic surprise – not because he’s a fan, but because the writing as far as Asta was concerned was no form of poetry and yes he has heard of it.
Unfortunately for Danta, though, it completely distracts him from the affections and warmth of the fire, stealing a chaste kiss before he withdraws to leave Danta in the flame to cool his fingers down enough to snag the book without burning it, already cringing at the title.
His back to Danta, the firelight casts shadows against his scars and the way his dark hair falls between his shoulder blades along his spine, flipping it open and turning back to Danta as he clears his throat to say it aloud – when in reality he should have proof read it first.
“”The Mighty Astaroth” -- good choice. “Embarking upon a snail trail to clitvana is no easy adventure to make.”” He drifts closer to Danta, tail twitching as he focuses and tries to hide the way he wants to melt in the process of saying this aloud. “”It will be wet, it will be wild, and it will be life changing. May you come away from it”, errr, ”rock hard..”” here is where the butcher pauses, hoists the book up with all the dramatics as his tail flicks with more surprise and honestly? Horror. And if you can imagine him with deer ears atop his head you would most certainly see them flat as his fingers flatten against the book’s spine. “and inspired to take your FIANCE’S MUCUS??? to new heights?????” He looks over at Danta with dark eyes of confusion and quiet terror. “Darling, darling, darling..” He promptly plops down on the floor before their hearth, far enough that the fire can’t reach out for it despite the fact that he very desperately wants to burn the book for that sentence alone. “ ¿Qué carajos es esto?”
But he’s asking about the name of this author, and a bark of a laugh leaves him to hear Porn Lord, the butcher’s affections pausing as he withdraws with a vibrant grin as Danta peeks up at him and gestures to the side table. “Oh my gods, darling. You do not mean Quentin King??” He nearly gasps with the dramatic surprise – not because he’s a fan, but because the writing as far as Asta was concerned was no form of poetry and yes he has heard of it.
Unfortunately for Danta, though, it completely distracts him from the affections and warmth of the fire, stealing a chaste kiss before he withdraws to leave Danta in the flame to cool his fingers down enough to snag the book without burning it, already cringing at the title.
His back to Danta, the firelight casts shadows against his scars and the way his dark hair falls between his shoulder blades along his spine, flipping it open and turning back to Danta as he clears his throat to say it aloud – when in reality he should have proof read it first.
“”The Mighty Astaroth” -- good choice. “Embarking upon a snail trail to clitvana is no easy adventure to make.”” He drifts closer to Danta, tail twitching as he focuses and tries to hide the way he wants to melt in the process of saying this aloud. “”It will be wet, it will be wild, and it will be life changing. May you come away from it”, errr, ”rock hard..”” here is where the butcher pauses, hoists the book up with all the dramatics as his tail flicks with more surprise and honestly? Horror. And if you can imagine him with deer ears atop his head you would most certainly see them flat as his fingers flatten against the book’s spine. “and inspired to take your FIANCE’S MUCUS??? to new heights?????” He looks over at Danta with dark eyes of confusion and quiet terror. “Darling, darling, darling..” He promptly plops down on the floor before their hearth, far enough that the fire can’t reach out for it despite the fact that he very desperately wants to burn the book for that sentence alone. “ ¿Qué carajos es esto?”
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
