// and rise with me forever across the silent sand //
As Danta scoots in, Asta’s arm grows more possessive around his waist and his tail curls easily around his fiance’s leg beneath the table. “Is that not what I am good at?” He asks with a sharp smile. It isn’t, not entirely. He actually has a tendency of overcomplicating things, but for the sake of the joke the Butcher can’t stop himself from letting his ego flex with the reaction of those in the restaurant. “Wine sounds lovely. Would you prefer a red or a white?” He asks, having typically ordered red in the past but given that he’s switching it up for whatever Danta wants best, if he wants white wine or even a rose, Asta will gladly order it.
Whatever it is they decide, the waitress returns to check in on them where Asta orders the wine and does ask for extra rags, she nods and steps away to retrieve them all while they can focus on cleaning Danta up. By now, his hands are mostly clean and Asta’s plucking the second rag from the tray and lets his warm hand lift to tilt his fiance’s head toward him. His dark gaze is bright and full of warmth and quiet adoration as he presses the rag to the corner of his lips and his cheeks, cleaning up any smudges of dirt and dried blood. “I will have you know that you are presentable to me in any state.” He purrs softly, low just for the Maverick’s ears. "Even when you are a lava wyrm puddle."
Whatever it is they decide, the waitress returns to check in on them where Asta orders the wine and does ask for extra rags, she nods and steps away to retrieve them all while they can focus on cleaning Danta up. By now, his hands are mostly clean and Asta’s plucking the second rag from the tray and lets his warm hand lift to tilt his fiance’s head toward him. His dark gaze is bright and full of warmth and quiet adoration as he presses the rag to the corner of his lips and his cheeks, cleaning up any smudges of dirt and dried blood. “I will have you know that you are presentable to me in any state.” He purrs softly, low just for the Maverick’s ears. "Even when you are a lava wyrm puddle."
Astaroth
// and the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands //
