/// forgive me father, for i have sinned
and as i kneel here now,
and as i kneel here now,
Isla had absolutely been right when she’d mentioned the absolute variety of things here in Stormbreak. Of course, the idea of the floating city was still one nearly impossible to wrap his mind around, but Asta takes it in pride – his exterior nothing but confident and quiet excitement, put together without a single hair out of place, while internally he’s having a lot of dear dygra, what the all holy fuck is going on up here? with the obvious sidenote of why don’t you have a shrine in the Plaza?
But anyway, he’s not in the Plaza this particular moment. He’s collected quite a variety of outfits that suit him, though he still wears that maroon one that he’d gotten in Torchline. The cane ticks against the stone leading up to the White Hart, having not indulged in alcohol in some time, yet choosing to partake up here. Why not? Underbellies have always been a fan favorite for the tall Ancient anyway.
His presence isn’t that imposing, looking every inch the gentleman despite his tall stature, complete with the horns that poke up and curl back from his temples, ones that cast quite the devilish shadow as he enters the bar. The cane continues to tap against the floor, until he reaches the bar itself, ordering something strong and smoky, letting his dark gaze scan around the area to take it all in.
But anyway, he’s not in the Plaza this particular moment. He’s collected quite a variety of outfits that suit him, though he still wears that maroon one that he’d gotten in Torchline. The cane ticks against the stone leading up to the White Hart, having not indulged in alcohol in some time, yet choosing to partake up here. Why not? Underbellies have always been a fan favorite for the tall Ancient anyway.
His presence isn’t that imposing, looking every inch the gentleman despite his tall stature, complete with the horns that poke up and curl back from his temples, ones that cast quite the devilish shadow as he enters the bar. The cane continues to tap against the floor, until he reaches the bar itself, ordering something strong and smoky, letting his dark gaze scan around the area to take it all in.
Astaroth
hands red with blood,
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
