// i saw the walls, finished and plain //
Affection glimmers in Asta’s dark gaze as Danta reminds him of his new status, snorting softly as he juggles the shot glass and warms his fingers with green flame. Easily holding it out for Danta to refill the glass with more of the limoncello, he also wastes very little time in downing this shot for the stars above them. And only when Danta’s finally gotten rid of the glass by shotputting it over the edge of the cliff to the waves that crest below, does Asta finally let the green flame flicker to life more fully.
Holding the glass off the edge of the blanket as it erupts with that green flame, it soon becomes a puddle into the grass off of their blanket. “You have thought of everything, haven’t you?” He purrs contently, tail lazily sweeping across the blanket as he starts to settle finally. He watches as the new glasses are produced, still with ice in cute little shapes but at least far enough away from their fingers to cause any hardening of limbs they don’t want to be hard, and he gladly snags it with a small grin.
“Much better. This drink is nice, darling.” He murmurs once he’s snagged a sip of the sparkling, refreshing drink and reaches out to snag his fiance’s hand that doesn’t hold the glass to let his green flame lick at the Ancient’s cold fingertips. “Add a little sage and it would remind me of you.” He muses, raising his brow as he lifts Danta's hand to his lips to press a kiss to the back of his knuckles.
Holding the glass off the edge of the blanket as it erupts with that green flame, it soon becomes a puddle into the grass off of their blanket. “You have thought of everything, haven’t you?” He purrs contently, tail lazily sweeping across the blanket as he starts to settle finally. He watches as the new glasses are produced, still with ice in cute little shapes but at least far enough away from their fingers to cause any hardening of limbs they don’t want to be hard, and he gladly snags it with a small grin.
“Much better. This drink is nice, darling.” He murmurs once he’s snagged a sip of the sparkling, refreshing drink and reaches out to snag his fiance’s hand that doesn’t hold the glass to let his green flame lick at the Ancient’s cold fingertips. “Add a little sage and it would remind me of you.” He muses, raising his brow as he lifts Danta's hand to his lips to press a kiss to the back of his knuckles.
Astaroth
// lavender blooms on the ink of my name //
