so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
A nod is granted to Maea as she arrives in greeting, joining them as they start to mingle and Astaroth’s attention remains on the gathering, eagerly awaiting for the fight. It doesn’t come, though, because the big players that Asta can see at the moment seem to fully shift as the lights are extinguished and a lone figure comes from the lantern by one of their fellow ancients.
His brows pinch and he swaps the hand that holds the cane to hum a little in thought, staring at the Penumbra and private moment with no abandon. Maea’s commentary is most helpful, though, and despite the rocky meeting they had, he does flash her a smile of gratitude for it.
A smile that breaks into a quiet, hidden chuckle at Danta’s bluntness. “Of course you would say that.” He says with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, giving a slightly exasperated look to both Edmund and Maea. “I think she’s just alright.” What can he say? She isn’t blonde. She’s also a ghost.
His brows pinch and he swaps the hand that holds the cane to hum a little in thought, staring at the Penumbra and private moment with no abandon. Maea’s commentary is most helpful, though, and despite the rocky meeting they had, he does flash her a smile of gratitude for it.
A smile that breaks into a quiet, hidden chuckle at Danta’s bluntness. “Of course you would say that.” He says with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, giving a slightly exasperated look to both Edmund and Maea. “I think she’s just alright.” What can he say? She isn’t blonde. She’s also a ghost.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
