a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
It’s enough that Asta starts the chase the second they start to reach the threshold of the door, ice shards pelting behind toward him as one sinks into his shoulder too. Now the game begins.
He chases them out, and once they’re out of view of those within the Dusklight (he pays no parting look for Danta, sure that he’s likely fine), he snaps and snarls and chases until he tears a strip of skin away from the biggest offender, one that’s attached to a small chunk of his calf. Ah well.
It’s enough for the moment at least, the fyrhund retreating back and shifting back into himself before he steps into the door again, pulling the ice from his shoulder and tossing it out of the door before pressing his hand to the wound temporarily, looking a bit ragged as he returns with how scorched his suit is. “They won’t be coming back.” He informs the Dusklight, stepping over to grab his cane before returning back to Danta’s side. “Are you alright?”
He chases them out, and once they’re out of view of those within the Dusklight (he pays no parting look for Danta, sure that he’s likely fine), he snaps and snarls and chases until he tears a strip of skin away from the biggest offender, one that’s attached to a small chunk of his calf. Ah well.
It’s enough for the moment at least, the fyrhund retreating back and shifting back into himself before he steps into the door again, pulling the ice from his shoulder and tossing it out of the door before pressing his hand to the wound temporarily, looking a bit ragged as he returns with how scorched his suit is. “They won’t be coming back.” He informs the Dusklight, stepping over to grab his cane before returning back to Danta’s side. “Are you alright?”
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
