// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
He sees the pout with the way he cups Danta’s face – but it’s an attempt to prove a point that he’s unsure actually will get across the more he fumbles his words. Even so far as the squished muffled answer that it does get some people rock hard.
Let it be known that he is not one of them, honestly. And as he hears the explanation of the Dusklight, he releases his fiance’s cheeks with a huff and slight mumbling, full of all of his dramatics and whipping tail in the exact opposite of a wag that would otherwise accompany the butcher’s heels. “That makes sense, though.” He assumes, at least. From what he’s seen at the Dusklight just below them and through his well read adventures. Mucus, though? Ew.
Defeat shows in the way he drops his head onto his fiance’s chest, bouncing with the laughter that exudes from his chest. And only when he hears Quattro Klang does Asta finally feel a laugh bubble up from his throat. Tilting his head up, chin propping on his fiance’s sternum as the fire pulls through his mess of dark hair, the butcher finds a response that isn’t a poor attempt at becoming his own author of erotica. “If anything, darling, I kind of want to do it more.” He can’t believe he’s saying it, evident in the way his lips quirk up. “Perhaps his work could be improved by actually seeing something as extraordinary as us.” He raises his brow, before he’s shifting to sit up a little more to be able to peer down at the Maverick more fully. “What do you think he would call our book?” He asks, fully intending on being a brat and distracting Danta’s response with the way he leans down to press a kiss to his jaw and ear, trailing along his neck.
Let it be known that he is not one of them, honestly. And as he hears the explanation of the Dusklight, he releases his fiance’s cheeks with a huff and slight mumbling, full of all of his dramatics and whipping tail in the exact opposite of a wag that would otherwise accompany the butcher’s heels. “That makes sense, though.” He assumes, at least. From what he’s seen at the Dusklight just below them and through his well read adventures. Mucus, though? Ew.
Defeat shows in the way he drops his head onto his fiance’s chest, bouncing with the laughter that exudes from his chest. And only when he hears Quattro Klang does Asta finally feel a laugh bubble up from his throat. Tilting his head up, chin propping on his fiance’s sternum as the fire pulls through his mess of dark hair, the butcher finds a response that isn’t a poor attempt at becoming his own author of erotica. “If anything, darling, I kind of want to do it more.” He can’t believe he’s saying it, evident in the way his lips quirk up. “Perhaps his work could be improved by actually seeing something as extraordinary as us.” He raises his brow, before he’s shifting to sit up a little more to be able to peer down at the Maverick more fully. “What do you think he would call our book?” He asks, fully intending on being a brat and distracting Danta’s response with the way he leans down to press a kiss to his jaw and ear, trailing along his neck.
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
