// i saw the walls, finished and plain //
“Indeed it is, darling.” The Butcher flashes his own too sharp smile, the promise of going and causing chaos and ruckus for something that they both would indulge in and enjoy without there being any difficulties between the regions, least of all their own, has Asta already somewhat looking forward to the end of their vacation, even though they both know he’s been looking forward to all of it.
Hearing Danta’s scoffed laugh, his dark gaze is wicked as he drinks in the way the moonlight frames against his fiance’s hair, glittering against the diamond horns with the stars winking in a spread out and away from them, as though they were some kind of divine glitter. But with the ultimatum granted, Asta does sit up and bully his way into Danta’s space to steal a chaste kiss with a promising little nip to the other Ancient’s lower lip that may or may not leave a small cut. “Shall we, then?” He asks, as though he’s also ready for the main course sooner rather than later.
Hearing Danta’s scoffed laugh, his dark gaze is wicked as he drinks in the way the moonlight frames against his fiance’s hair, glittering against the diamond horns with the stars winking in a spread out and away from them, as though they were some kind of divine glitter. But with the ultimatum granted, Asta does sit up and bully his way into Danta’s space to steal a chaste kiss with a promising little nip to the other Ancient’s lower lip that may or may not leave a small cut. “Shall we, then?” He asks, as though he’s also ready for the main course sooner rather than later.
Astaroth
// lavender blooms on the ink of my name //
