// we can't see the end from the start //
An affectionate smile is aimed toward Danta to hear the encouragement, warmth racing through him with the addition of his arm, the hand tucked into his back pocket. “He is obviously missing the point.” Asta hums, shifting gears to peer at the paper he lifts, with the design sketched out and ideas placed therein. The scorch blossoms are a bit too clustered in one section, and as he squints at it he leans in toward his fiancé, his tail winding loosely around his fiance’s leg.
His dark gaze drops to the suggestion that Danta points to, squinting to envision it before looking back at the Temple. “Perhaps take some out and place them above, like the mistletoe, and replace the spots where it may appear empty with ribbon?” He suggests, squinting a little again before he tears his attention away to look at the Maverick, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek for the brilliant ideas.
His dark gaze drops to the suggestion that Danta points to, squinting to envision it before looking back at the Temple. “Perhaps take some out and place them above, like the mistletoe, and replace the spots where it may appear empty with ribbon?” He suggests, squinting a little again before he tears his attention away to look at the Maverick, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek for the brilliant ideas.
Astaroth
// but i don't fear the dark //
