// i saw the walls, finished and plain //
Sighing affectionately, the Butcher’s smile tugs up brighter against the feel of the Maverick’s fingers brushing against his beard. “He does not have to know I’m fully reformed.” He pauses, because he’s silenced by the chaste kiss to his lips – far too short for anything the Butcher really wants now. “Though I have been sickeningly good as of late.” Comes the dramatics, Asta taking the opportunity to sink back into the blankets fully, stretching out against them with the view of the starlit sky above them.
Smirking up to the other Ancient, he nods his head and only creates a fan of black surrounding his head while his tail flickers and he goes to bully his way into dragging Danta on top of him. “Research, then. A personal favorite.” He teases, before he’s giving his lover a taste of his own medicine with a warm, green fire touched kiss to chase away Torchline’s Deepfrost chill.
Smirking up to the other Ancient, he nods his head and only creates a fan of black surrounding his head while his tail flickers and he goes to bully his way into dragging Danta on top of him. “Research, then. A personal favorite.” He teases, before he’s giving his lover a taste of his own medicine with a warm, green fire touched kiss to chase away Torchline’s Deepfrost chill.
Astaroth
// lavender blooms on the ink of my name //
