/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
He isn’t wrong. He was built quite tall with the muscle of someone forced to lug his weight around. While it still made him spindly, it makes him still too big to quite fit into the jacket that he’s borrowing – so instead, he’s content to wear it like a cape. “I’ve already had to visit one of them.” An adjustment made to the very same shirt that needed to be cleaned from their last adventure, of getting rid of the Torchline pirates sailors.
In agreement, though, and more than content to sit upon the cart beside the other Ancient, he watches the road move beneath them as the Maverick’s question reaches him and he hums a little, trying to figure out where to begin. “I was born into a tribe of other, mm, cannibals.” It’s not the word he prefers to use – feeling as though it comes off too harsh and barbaric for how much he tries to appear the opposite. “It was normal. Until I explored further than the boundaries of my upbringing and delved into civilizations.” He seems a little gone, like his mind is elsewhere trying to recall those long forgotten memories.
“Then I learned quickly it wasn’t acceptable behavior.” For some, that is. And his head tilts over toward Danta with a ghost of that sharp smile lingering there. “You, however, have always had the inclination of the bloodlust I assume?” Danta had been born Ancient, from what Asta recalls, though it had never quite come from the Maverick’s own lips. And with this turning of a page between them, perhaps setting records straight is worth it to start off on new feet.
In agreement, though, and more than content to sit upon the cart beside the other Ancient, he watches the road move beneath them as the Maverick’s question reaches him and he hums a little, trying to figure out where to begin. “I was born into a tribe of other, mm, cannibals.” It’s not the word he prefers to use – feeling as though it comes off too harsh and barbaric for how much he tries to appear the opposite. “It was normal. Until I explored further than the boundaries of my upbringing and delved into civilizations.” He seems a little gone, like his mind is elsewhere trying to recall those long forgotten memories.
“Then I learned quickly it wasn’t acceptable behavior.” For some, that is. And his head tilts over toward Danta with a ghost of that sharp smile lingering there. “You, however, have always had the inclination of the bloodlust I assume?” Danta had been born Ancient, from what Asta recalls, though it had never quite come from the Maverick’s own lips. And with this turning of a page between them, perhaps setting records straight is worth it to start off on new feet.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
