/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
Asta’s gaze returns back to the path that disappears quickly beneath the cart, glaring particularly at that rock that had caused such a bump. But it vanishes quickly in the dawning realization that settles over Astaroth, looking sidelong at the Maverick as he peers at the cloudy sky. More admissions are made and Asta’s realization only seems to grow bigger, even as his nose wrinkles.
He’d never been the one to deal with the other Ancients. He was simply the one that dealt with the other races. A bounty hunter, of sorts, for those that needed a reminder of the Ancient’s strengths or proof that they were as powerful as they said they were. So he hums a little, before leaning in to bump his bare and torn the fuck up and scarred over shoulder into Danta’s. “For what it’s worth, I hope she suffered.” Whether she turned to stone or died. He’d prefer death for her, but perhaps Danta would be lucky enough to find her statue in the Climb and leave her headless.
“And look at you, now. Dantalion, the creator of the Ancient’s Safehaven.” One of those pale, scarred arms lifts to gesture to the area around them as more of the town comes into view – buildings spread out, yet very clearly lived in and content. All thanks to the Maverick.
He’d never been the one to deal with the other Ancients. He was simply the one that dealt with the other races. A bounty hunter, of sorts, for those that needed a reminder of the Ancient’s strengths or proof that they were as powerful as they said they were. So he hums a little, before leaning in to bump his bare and torn the fuck up and scarred over shoulder into Danta’s. “For what it’s worth, I hope she suffered.” Whether she turned to stone or died. He’d prefer death for her, but perhaps Danta would be lucky enough to find her statue in the Climb and leave her headless.
“And look at you, now. Dantalion, the creator of the Ancient’s Safehaven.” One of those pale, scarred arms lifts to gesture to the area around them as more of the town comes into view – buildings spread out, yet very clearly lived in and content. All thanks to the Maverick.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
