// i saw the walls, finished and plain //
Sighing with amusement and a flare of dramatics, Asta hides the smile on his face with another sip of his drink. “You do not need to get me more birthday gifts, darling.” He protests weakly with a laugh – because he knows it’s futile point. Danta would do as he pleases and that’s only part of why Asta loves him so much, so for as much as he could complain and try to keep him from bombarding him with gifts.. well, he knows it would do little good in the end and he’d gladly take anything he gave him.
As Danta sits up, Asta sinks back a bit to lounge, propped up on an elbow now, tilting his face into Danta’s arm and his elbow to press a kiss or two there, before he’s looking up at him with his dark gaze glittering with mischief. “Perhaps. I had considered asking Deimos whether they had recovered anything from Whitebrim when it was exterminated.. But, I did not wish to give him an idea of where I came from. Although, I believe he already has an inclination.” He hums, lips pursing slightly as he tries to consider how much the Warden knew, wondering silently if Maea had decided to blab.
As Danta sits up, Asta sinks back a bit to lounge, propped up on an elbow now, tilting his face into Danta’s arm and his elbow to press a kiss or two there, before he’s looking up at him with his dark gaze glittering with mischief. “Perhaps. I had considered asking Deimos whether they had recovered anything from Whitebrim when it was exterminated.. But, I did not wish to give him an idea of where I came from. Although, I believe he already has an inclination.” He hums, lips pursing slightly as he tries to consider how much the Warden knew, wondering silently if Maea had decided to blab.
Astaroth
// lavender blooms on the ink of my name //
