// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
Amusement flickers in Asta’s gaze, reflected in the smooth movement of his hands along his fiance’s back and shoulders and neck. “I do recall that, yes.” He murmurs, relaxing into the bed even further, letting Danta drape against him as the plans are made. “We should do that.” He pauses, smirking slightly. “You cut quite the striking figure in my uniform, darling.” Nosing his way into leaving a kiss against the blonde crown of his fiance’s head, the butcher settles again, chuckling at the next potential idea.
And honestly, they could do both. Dress up like they’re going on an extravagant night out and go partake in the festivities of the Dusklight, off duty if they wanted to pretend it was a real date in the confines of the comfort of their space. The options are endless. “And I will be the first to admit I am absolutely a fan of getting you all dolled up.” He practically purrs, pausing in the gentle affections to give the Maverick a squeeze.
Relaxing, he peers down at his fiancé with amusement, spying the furrowed brows at the vague answer he gives. “If I had to guess, he likely meant anything of note that may be beneficial in terms of worldly affairs. However, he did not clarify so I am inclined to offer the most random of information here and there and sprinkle in the things he wants.” It’s a playful thought, though he isn’t entirely sure if he will delve into the humored chaos of those answers if he did want to keep Deimos making items for him.
That was the push and the pull, he supposes. So he distracts himself with nodding toward the coat in general, huffing a deep and accented laugh to hear that Danta thinks they’ll look ridiculous, about to answer and tell him just how ridiculous he could be when Danta silences him with the sudden kiss. One that Asta pushes back into and struggles to keep the smile off his face. He twists them slightly, so that both are on their sides, Danta’s back to the opening of their den as he hooks a leg around him and pulls him in to keep him close, breaking the kiss only when his lungs start to ache. “Keep that up and perhaps I’ll find more reasons to match you and be ridiculous.” He purrs.
And honestly, they could do both. Dress up like they’re going on an extravagant night out and go partake in the festivities of the Dusklight, off duty if they wanted to pretend it was a real date in the confines of the comfort of their space. The options are endless. “And I will be the first to admit I am absolutely a fan of getting you all dolled up.” He practically purrs, pausing in the gentle affections to give the Maverick a squeeze.
Relaxing, he peers down at his fiancé with amusement, spying the furrowed brows at the vague answer he gives. “If I had to guess, he likely meant anything of note that may be beneficial in terms of worldly affairs. However, he did not clarify so I am inclined to offer the most random of information here and there and sprinkle in the things he wants.” It’s a playful thought, though he isn’t entirely sure if he will delve into the humored chaos of those answers if he did want to keep Deimos making items for him.
That was the push and the pull, he supposes. So he distracts himself with nodding toward the coat in general, huffing a deep and accented laugh to hear that Danta thinks they’ll look ridiculous, about to answer and tell him just how ridiculous he could be when Danta silences him with the sudden kiss. One that Asta pushes back into and struggles to keep the smile off his face. He twists them slightly, so that both are on their sides, Danta’s back to the opening of their den as he hooks a leg around him and pulls him in to keep him close, breaking the kiss only when his lungs start to ache. “Keep that up and perhaps I’ll find more reasons to match you and be ridiculous.” He purrs.
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
