// i saw the walls, finished and plain //
“Mm, well, that would make sense wouldn’t it?” The Butcher hums, looking up at the sky and the fading sunset when Danta smirks over his shoulder at him. It captures his attention shortly after, immediately dropping his gaze to shoot a grin over at his fiancé. In his own hands, seeing as Danta’s busy with the mystery cooler, the demigod follows with a blanket rolled up under his arm.
It’s chilly here, but better than the Grounds, but it also means that Asta gets to test out his matching little wool and velvet coat to Danta’s own. And it works brilliantly to keep the heat in, enough that he picks up his pace a touch with how he’s more limber with the heat that lingers in his bones. He lets Danta take the lead across the narrow bridge, though, he isn’t too far behind him the second they reach the other side and all the while he’s watching the sky shift and change, the stars that wink to life, the map of them that’s vastly different from what he remembers.
And it seems like Danta recalls the Butcher’s passing comments on it, too, given the explanation. “That is a very sweet idea, darling.” He hums, his voice dropping a touch softer at the thoughtfulness of it. “Well, I will have plenty to say. Hopefully you do not get tired of my voice.” He flashes Danta’s back a grin whether or not he sees it, knowing full well Danta would get tired of many things before he got tired of hearing the Butcher's voice.
It’s chilly here, but better than the Grounds, but it also means that Asta gets to test out his matching little wool and velvet coat to Danta’s own. And it works brilliantly to keep the heat in, enough that he picks up his pace a touch with how he’s more limber with the heat that lingers in his bones. He lets Danta take the lead across the narrow bridge, though, he isn’t too far behind him the second they reach the other side and all the while he’s watching the sky shift and change, the stars that wink to life, the map of them that’s vastly different from what he remembers.
And it seems like Danta recalls the Butcher’s passing comments on it, too, given the explanation. “That is a very sweet idea, darling.” He hums, his voice dropping a touch softer at the thoughtfulness of it. “Well, I will have plenty to say. Hopefully you do not get tired of my voice.” He flashes Danta’s back a grin whether or not he sees it, knowing full well Danta would get tired of many things before he got tired of hearing the Butcher's voice.
Astaroth
// lavender blooms on the ink of my name //
