// and rise with me forever across the silent sand //
As they peruse the menu, Asta starts to relax alongside him the more Danta starts to open up and feel more like himself. He feels less like he needs to be protective, the coat slipped off in favor for the one that would absolutely get messy while devouring this meal. “Oh yes.” Asta purrs, tail twitching where it squeezes slightly around the Maverick’s leg. “I am quite glad to know I’ll keep all my appendages, darling.” He admits with a soft huff of a laugh, reaching for the glass to take another sip himself.
“Corn, potatoes, eggs, and the spicier sausage I will also add.” He informs Danta with a wink, setting the glass down to catch the waitress’ attention to order for them. She gladly takes the order and slips away to get it started, which lets Asta fully give Danta his attention, even if the backdrop is a beautifully dying Deepfrost sunset and the quiet of the tides coming in. He plucks one of the little bibs from their pile of things, opening it up with an amused twitch of his lips. “Here,” he pauses, prepping to tie it around Danta’s neck. If he looks down, he’ll spy a little comical lobster with a chefs hat appearing to be dancing. “Now, no hot butter and other spices will get on you.” It would anyway, he knows how these dinners go, but the lobster bib is too hard to ignore and he thinks it might also cheer his fiancé up.
“Corn, potatoes, eggs, and the spicier sausage I will also add.” He informs Danta with a wink, setting the glass down to catch the waitress’ attention to order for them. She gladly takes the order and slips away to get it started, which lets Asta fully give Danta his attention, even if the backdrop is a beautifully dying Deepfrost sunset and the quiet of the tides coming in. He plucks one of the little bibs from their pile of things, opening it up with an amused twitch of his lips. “Here,” he pauses, prepping to tie it around Danta’s neck. If he looks down, he’ll spy a little comical lobster with a chefs hat appearing to be dancing. “Now, no hot butter and other spices will get on you.” It would anyway, he knows how these dinners go, but the lobster bib is too hard to ignore and he thinks it might also cheer his fiancé up.
Astaroth
// and the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands //
