/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
“Good.” Astaroth says, content to let the Maverick be the one to deal with the fate of Morax. There’s no hard feelings for it either – a strangeness that would typically be evident, but perhaps today has helped them figure out each other a bit more. Figure out how much they actually had in common. And to figure out that the biggest reason they likely were against one another wasn’t even because of themselves, but the people pitting them against one another.
He can see the whisper of a smile regardless, though, and he snorts a little as he settles back in for a moment, his grin returning and shifting sharper and more amused. “Mm, technically, but at least this harbors no memories.” He shrugs casually, until Danta’s follow up comment has a bark of a laugh leaving the other Ancient. “You let me know if you need help, hm?” He asks, waggling his dark brow toward the other man with his own amused twist of a grin.
The cart slows with the Maverick’s nudge, and Asta slips off of it first, waiting for Danta to step off of it before he slips the jacket from his shoulders and folds it quite nicely as he hands it back to the other man. “Thanks.” They’re close enough now that the bonfire can be felt marginally, lending the breeze to be a bit warmer within here for the last part of their walk toward the Last Whisper. And while he typically much preferred to not let the hard scar tissue of his body be seen, well, perhaps it’ll serve as more of a warning for those that wish to do their little comfortable town harm.
His posture is back to its straightness, and he looks every step the man that would otherwise be fully put together, only missing his shirt as he walks alongside Danta like some kind of eldritch bodyguard, tail whipping through the warmer air. “I didn’t say it before, but I do very much enjoy the aesthetic of the Dusklight.” It had hurt to admit anything to the blonde before today, but now that it’s softened he feels it necessary to say.
He can see the whisper of a smile regardless, though, and he snorts a little as he settles back in for a moment, his grin returning and shifting sharper and more amused. “Mm, technically, but at least this harbors no memories.” He shrugs casually, until Danta’s follow up comment has a bark of a laugh leaving the other Ancient. “You let me know if you need help, hm?” He asks, waggling his dark brow toward the other man with his own amused twist of a grin.
The cart slows with the Maverick’s nudge, and Asta slips off of it first, waiting for Danta to step off of it before he slips the jacket from his shoulders and folds it quite nicely as he hands it back to the other man. “Thanks.” They’re close enough now that the bonfire can be felt marginally, lending the breeze to be a bit warmer within here for the last part of their walk toward the Last Whisper. And while he typically much preferred to not let the hard scar tissue of his body be seen, well, perhaps it’ll serve as more of a warning for those that wish to do their little comfortable town harm.
His posture is back to its straightness, and he looks every step the man that would otherwise be fully put together, only missing his shirt as he walks alongside Danta like some kind of eldritch bodyguard, tail whipping through the warmer air. “I didn’t say it before, but I do very much enjoy the aesthetic of the Dusklight.” It had hurt to admit anything to the blonde before today, but now that it’s softened he feels it necessary to say.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
