Astaroth
// so sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke. sip the gossip, burn down your throat //
“Yes, she most certainly is.” And perhaps later they can speak at length about witnessing their goddess in the flesh, but for now he forges on, because while that is astounding news of its own, he feels like the next statement to leave his lips will have Danta far more interested in talking about that.
And truth be told, he’s correct. He shifts slightly on the bed as Danta gets to his knees and cups his cheeks, the silence heavy with excitement and anticipation – seeing the swish of his lover’s tail akin to the wagging of his own, and as his lover scans his face for all the differences that might linger within him and his soul, he finds that he peers back, open and bare for Danta’s inspection. And the answer pools against the sticky sweet ego boost that has filled his veins since leaving the Climb reborn, grinning back at his fiancé as he fills the void of his chest with even more pride and self-esteem.
His head tilts slightly, nuzzling into the hands that cup his cheeks, soaking in the attention Danta gives him like it’s all he’d ever wanted. “I know.” He murmurs, easily coming to terms with it despite having not been born Ancient as most of the others he knows were, taking it as a sense that he’d worked so hard at proving his loyalty and worshipping her. “I feel… Like I did when you woke me.” Weak in a way he can’t quite describe. “But simultaneously reborn? Most of my abilities are gone and the ones that remained have been altered.” He assumes the bloodbane he can feel in his veins still has changed just as much as his fire has, the scorch now being Wild Fire and a tantalizing green hue that he has yet to show his fiancé.
But he shifts a little to kick his shoes off, to sit up a little straighter and tug Danta into his lap. “And she gave me a parting gift as well. I have named her Sicarius.” He hums, keeping his focus entirely on Danta as the clicking of claws starts to scrape across their floor, the young dragon beckoned in to clamor up onto the bed in all of her unique capabilities of looking like a resurrected bone beast, cooing a soft sound toward Danta and a bump of her bony nose against his arm.
Because for as new as this companion relationship is, Asta’s love for the Maverick runs deep, deep enough that the dragon is already infatuated with the blonde Ancient.
And truth be told, he’s correct. He shifts slightly on the bed as Danta gets to his knees and cups his cheeks, the silence heavy with excitement and anticipation – seeing the swish of his lover’s tail akin to the wagging of his own, and as his lover scans his face for all the differences that might linger within him and his soul, he finds that he peers back, open and bare for Danta’s inspection. And the answer pools against the sticky sweet ego boost that has filled his veins since leaving the Climb reborn, grinning back at his fiancé as he fills the void of his chest with even more pride and self-esteem.
His head tilts slightly, nuzzling into the hands that cup his cheeks, soaking in the attention Danta gives him like it’s all he’d ever wanted. “I know.” He murmurs, easily coming to terms with it despite having not been born Ancient as most of the others he knows were, taking it as a sense that he’d worked so hard at proving his loyalty and worshipping her. “I feel… Like I did when you woke me.” Weak in a way he can’t quite describe. “But simultaneously reborn? Most of my abilities are gone and the ones that remained have been altered.” He assumes the bloodbane he can feel in his veins still has changed just as much as his fire has, the scorch now being Wild Fire and a tantalizing green hue that he has yet to show his fiancé.
But he shifts a little to kick his shoes off, to sit up a little straighter and tug Danta into his lap. “And she gave me a parting gift as well. I have named her Sicarius.” He hums, keeping his focus entirely on Danta as the clicking of claws starts to scrape across their floor, the young dragon beckoned in to clamor up onto the bed in all of her unique capabilities of looking like a resurrected bone beast, cooing a soft sound toward Danta and a bump of her bony nose against his arm.
Because for as new as this companion relationship is, Asta’s love for the Maverick runs deep, deep enough that the dragon is already infatuated with the blonde Ancient.
// you're not iconic, you are just like them all. don't act like you don't know //
