Astaroth
// so sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke. sip the gossip, burn down your throat //
“Mm, well, I can assure you I do not think your head is mostly empty, darling.” He confirms, tilting slightly to press a kiss to the crown of his head as if to prove it. “You simply leave room for impulse and improvising.” He smirks, lips quirking against the threads of golden strands beneath his lips before he’s settling again, fingers making an easy pattern along the base of his neck and the top of his shoulders.
To hear that it’s a date, the Butcher snorts. As Danta’s fingers starburst out a soft pattern against scar tissue and olive skin, Asta shivers delightfully. His tail twitches and shivers itself along Danta’s leg where it’s still wound. “Ooh, there is an idea. A little wild fire spark.” He muses, because the patrons of the Dusklight had seen his usual fire magic in display, they’d know immediately no one was bluffing when they see it change to green. “Will we get all dressed up, too?”
To hear that it’s a date, the Butcher snorts. As Danta’s fingers starburst out a soft pattern against scar tissue and olive skin, Asta shivers delightfully. His tail twitches and shivers itself along Danta’s leg where it’s still wound. “Ooh, there is an idea. A little wild fire spark.” He muses, because the patrons of the Dusklight had seen his usual fire magic in display, they’d know immediately no one was bluffing when they see it change to green. “Will we get all dressed up, too?”
// you're not iconic, you are just like them all. don't act like you don't know //
