Astaroth
// so sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke. sip the gossip, burn down your throat //
The weight of Danta in his lap soothes all the edges the Butcher feels as he reels from the abrupt changes. Not like he hadn’t asked for them, given he wholeheartedly wanted each and every ounce of what Dygra could give him. But it still felt strange to be scrubbed so new, to feel so weak and exhausted as he tugs Danta into his lap. But it’s a different kind of exhaustion, not the kind that came with Deepfrost after the Leafchange antics he’d gotten up to, but the kind that felt mental, like the load he’d been given just in the past night had been intense to handle.
But his lover has an answer for it and the Butcher is all ears, melting under the touch that streams through his hair. “I will not be alone, either, it seems.” He tacks on with a hint of mischief, because with Danta’s help and Flora’s newly minted demigod status as well, he’d have another partner in crime to be weak with while they grew. “I do not anticipate it lasting a long while.” He admits, because he knows deep down he needs to get stronger in order to take the tasks Dygra gave him in regards to the strange sleep inducing aura that seems to drape all over Caido.
But the other Ancient’s finger strokes across the brand and it’s probably the only time Asta realizes there’s a mark there to be inspected at a later date, all while Sicarius clamors up onto the bed for attention of her own. She settles there beside them, equally as delighted to see Danta as he is to see her, a little puff of dark smoke leaving her maw from the threat of blackfire that trails along her teeth.
Amused by the sight of it, Asta turns his attention back to the Maverick. “Yes. And I am. It will take a lot of getting used to.” Because Danta knows just how Asta is when it comes to control, and to share his soul with a companion and have his whole reliance on his magic and abilities gone and in need of learning something new, the Butcher will have to figure it out all over again.
One hand remains braced against Danta’s back as his other draws in front of him, though, cupping his fiance’s cheek briefly before withdrawing to let that vibrant green flame flicker against his fingertips, illuminating their faces in an eerie hue.
But his lover has an answer for it and the Butcher is all ears, melting under the touch that streams through his hair. “I will not be alone, either, it seems.” He tacks on with a hint of mischief, because with Danta’s help and Flora’s newly minted demigod status as well, he’d have another partner in crime to be weak with while they grew. “I do not anticipate it lasting a long while.” He admits, because he knows deep down he needs to get stronger in order to take the tasks Dygra gave him in regards to the strange sleep inducing aura that seems to drape all over Caido.
But the other Ancient’s finger strokes across the brand and it’s probably the only time Asta realizes there’s a mark there to be inspected at a later date, all while Sicarius clamors up onto the bed for attention of her own. She settles there beside them, equally as delighted to see Danta as he is to see her, a little puff of dark smoke leaving her maw from the threat of blackfire that trails along her teeth.
Amused by the sight of it, Asta turns his attention back to the Maverick. “Yes. And I am. It will take a lot of getting used to.” Because Danta knows just how Asta is when it comes to control, and to share his soul with a companion and have his whole reliance on his magic and abilities gone and in need of learning something new, the Butcher will have to figure it out all over again.
One hand remains braced against Danta’s back as his other draws in front of him, though, cupping his fiance’s cheek briefly before withdrawing to let that vibrant green flame flicker against his fingertips, illuminating their faces in an eerie hue.
// you're not iconic, you are just like them all. don't act like you don't know //
