/// forgive me father, for i have sinned
and as i kneel here now,
and as i kneel here now,
If nothing else, the Maverick has himself as quite a tall and lanky thorn in his side to ensure that doesn’t happen. But so long as they didn’t end up like the Greatwood and the rumors he’s heard surrounding it, he’ll consider it a win. So all he can do is flash Maea an easy smile of agreement.
One that fades when he speaks on his truths. And one that he can see her reaction as plainly as day written all across her face. It isn’t that unlike what he’s received prior to becoming an Ancient, but he had learned since then. He had manners. He was polite. All things that had remained the same even before she knew of his preferences. And had he not said anything, she would have been none the wiser.
Something to chew on, he supposes. “I do.” He admits quite casually, while he still messes with that stubborn log of driftwood in the fire. “Quite a tough habit to break once it’s started.” Nothing was ever quite the same. But, alas, the cat was out of the bag now and as she asks her follow up question while she looks like she might be sick at any moment, Asta removes his hand from the flame, brushes a few loose locks of dark hair from his face back around his horn before he rests his quite warm hand on the back of his neck.
“Mm, anyone that harms those I am to protect. Patrons in the Dusklight, for starters.” He is security there. “Nor do they die.” Maybe miss a finger here and there or a chunk out of a leg. But hey, they brought it on themselves. “It serves as a good warning and I get a snack. I think that’s a win.” He bounces a brow, trying to get some humor interjected into it, though he feels as if it’ll fail. “It’s rare, though. I am satisfied enough with deer and the like.” He very deftly keeps his medical clinic dealings quiet and close to his chest.
One that fades when he speaks on his truths. And one that he can see her reaction as plainly as day written all across her face. It isn’t that unlike what he’s received prior to becoming an Ancient, but he had learned since then. He had manners. He was polite. All things that had remained the same even before she knew of his preferences. And had he not said anything, she would have been none the wiser.
Something to chew on, he supposes. “I do.” He admits quite casually, while he still messes with that stubborn log of driftwood in the fire. “Quite a tough habit to break once it’s started.” Nothing was ever quite the same. But, alas, the cat was out of the bag now and as she asks her follow up question while she looks like she might be sick at any moment, Asta removes his hand from the flame, brushes a few loose locks of dark hair from his face back around his horn before he rests his quite warm hand on the back of his neck.
“Mm, anyone that harms those I am to protect. Patrons in the Dusklight, for starters.” He is security there. “Nor do they die.” Maybe miss a finger here and there or a chunk out of a leg. But hey, they brought it on themselves. “It serves as a good warning and I get a snack. I think that’s a win.” He bounces a brow, trying to get some humor interjected into it, though he feels as if it’ll fail. “It’s rare, though. I am satisfied enough with deer and the like.” He very deftly keeps his medical clinic dealings quiet and close to his chest.
Astaroth
hands red with blood,
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
