// i saw the walls, finished and plain //
He is about to protest Danta’s answer, the scoff that leaves him the very first thing that he gets out before the Maverick is recovering – recovering well - as it turns out. So the scoff turns into a deep laugh, warm and content as all his playfully raised hackles start to smooth. “Oh, I see. Perhaps I should become a narrrrator.” The Butcher does roll the r’s in narrator to sell the point, taking the opportunity to pick up his pace to step beside the Maverick, his shoulder brushing along his fiance’s as his smile softens.
Affection seeps into his dark gaze to hear Danta’s answer, because the intention had been the result, and he’s happy for this brief little exploration up to Aumakua to indulge in the adorable lovey-dovey of it all – like the two of them were still only courting. “You have succeeded, Wasp. And here looks good.” He agrees, twisting slightly to see the looming lighthouse at their back and the sea and sky above them glittering with all the stars that are both familiar and not.
Unrolling the blanket, the butcher picks a spot where they can watch the rolling waves as well as scan the sky. It’s a plush enough blanket to hide any rocks or sharp bits and pieces from being so close to the water, even on a cliff, and only when Asta’s satisfied with where it’s spread out, does he kneel onto it and beckons Danta closer to join him. “Now.. What have you brought?” He asks, unable to help his curiosity at last.
Affection seeps into his dark gaze to hear Danta’s answer, because the intention had been the result, and he’s happy for this brief little exploration up to Aumakua to indulge in the adorable lovey-dovey of it all – like the two of them were still only courting. “You have succeeded, Wasp. And here looks good.” He agrees, twisting slightly to see the looming lighthouse at their back and the sea and sky above them glittering with all the stars that are both familiar and not.
Unrolling the blanket, the butcher picks a spot where they can watch the rolling waves as well as scan the sky. It’s a plush enough blanket to hide any rocks or sharp bits and pieces from being so close to the water, even on a cliff, and only when Asta’s satisfied with where it’s spread out, does he kneel onto it and beckons Danta closer to join him. “Now.. What have you brought?” He asks, unable to help his curiosity at last.
Astaroth
// lavender blooms on the ink of my name //
