// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
The praise does wonders for the butcher’s ego after horribly fucking up all the poetics he wished to say previously – so much so, in fact, that there’s a bloody smile where their lips brush against each other and he’s jostled only slightly by the hands that run through his hair, down his shoulder blades and across the rough edged scar tissue. “I do.” He agrees, because he’s well read and a charming bastard when he’s not on the spot.
Though he does laugh at the mention of making him an erotica author, though, and for that he sighs slightly and nestles in while Danta deals with the scorch magic to draw it up higher around them, stifling and absolutely perfect. “Alright, alright, fine.” It takes everything in him to stifle the yawn that wishes to escape. “But when we wake up, you are mine, darling.” The confident purr is punctuated with a softer and chaste kiss but no less thick with iron, before Asta’s wrapping his arms around him tightly and nestling in, and to be honest? It probably takes all of three minutes before the butcher passes out.
Though he does laugh at the mention of making him an erotica author, though, and for that he sighs slightly and nestles in while Danta deals with the scorch magic to draw it up higher around them, stifling and absolutely perfect. “Alright, alright, fine.” It takes everything in him to stifle the yawn that wishes to escape. “But when we wake up, you are mine, darling.” The confident purr is punctuated with a softer and chaste kiss but no less thick with iron, before Asta’s wrapping his arms around him tightly and nestling in, and to be honest? It probably takes all of three minutes before the butcher passes out.
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
