// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
More than content to be fussed over, Asta’s laugh is gentle and warm when he answers like the stubborn mule he is. “I learned that I must have more information at my disposal next time.” He hums – warmth flickering in his face as the wine begins to work, healing away the majority of his aches and pains, the stretch of the grin on his face no longer splitting his lip.
Diving into the kiss, though, Asta nearly groans at the feel of fire against his face. It’s a siren song that has him leaning toward the Maverick as he withdraws from the second kiss, leaning further toward him with the loop of his arms around him to keep him close – something he absolutely indulges in. With a face no longer sticky with blood, a brief smudge of ash darkens his already olive skin, shifting enough to tug Danta down with him into his lap now that there’s little pain to deal with.
“Much better, darling.” He hums with a sigh of relief, peppering his cheek with a variety of kisses before he’s withdrawing to shrug out of his jacket. “I may even be able to walk without the cane.” His brows lift, feigning the surprise of the possibility of doing such a thing – not that he plans on it with the Maverick sat where he is.
It does beg the question, though, about the numbers on the ledgers sat atop the desk they currently sit at. “Were you working on financials?” He asks, slipping his glamour up so he can press his head in against the other Ancient’s chest.
Diving into the kiss, though, Asta nearly groans at the feel of fire against his face. It’s a siren song that has him leaning toward the Maverick as he withdraws from the second kiss, leaning further toward him with the loop of his arms around him to keep him close – something he absolutely indulges in. With a face no longer sticky with blood, a brief smudge of ash darkens his already olive skin, shifting enough to tug Danta down with him into his lap now that there’s little pain to deal with.
“Much better, darling.” He hums with a sigh of relief, peppering his cheek with a variety of kisses before he’s withdrawing to shrug out of his jacket. “I may even be able to walk without the cane.” His brows lift, feigning the surprise of the possibility of doing such a thing – not that he plans on it with the Maverick sat where he is.
It does beg the question, though, about the numbers on the ledgers sat atop the desk they currently sit at. “Were you working on financials?” He asks, slipping his glamour up so he can press his head in against the other Ancient’s chest.
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
