[RQ] and the rest is rust and stardust

Dantalion

how the fuck am I supposed to know

Reaching out to pluck at one of the suspenders Asta is wearing for no other reason than to be a shitbag, Danta smiles his gratitude for the offer to carry one of the canteens, but he's clearly content to shoulder the satchel himself as he leads them away from The Mountain's Roar at last. "Charlie will be thrilled," he purrs. "All that bloodlust and chaos in her Temple. Hopefully it helps make her feel like she's more at home."

As for Asta's bloodbane, Danta reaches out to shove at the butcher suddenly, as if he's just uttered an off-colour joke. "You need the practice," he tells him a touch sternly. "At least if we're in the Temple you can fuck off to the infirmary if you almost gut yourself to death. The rage room isn't magic yet." All of that's to say, though, that he clearly doesn't mind trying it out. And it'll be a more supervised practice than out in the jungle, so you know, small miracles.

"Hey, did you end up planting that seed we got from that weird tree?" he asks as he heads back into The Burrows towards the portal. "I was going to stick mine in some dirt in the Outer Islands, if you want to come with me."

if we're in love or if we're in pain?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

// we haven't won, and if we win, //

Snorting to the antics, Astaroth rolls his eyes as the strap smacks against his chest. He cares little, though, as he starts to pick the path through the cavern back out of Mountain’s Roar. Suddenly shoved, the butcher loses his balance for a moment, hating that he’d left his cane behind if only to catch him from shoulder bumping the craggly sides of the wall. “Hey!” He complains with an immediate laugh. “I do agree that I could be smarter when utilizing it.” Rolling his shoulder and trying to brush off any ash clinging to it, he picks up the pace to follow the Maverick again.

“I did plant mine. But I would be happy to join you to plant yours.” Pausing to flash a particularly sharp grin, his posture takes on a haughtier look. “If you’re kind, I may even be convinced to dig the hole for you.” Raising a brow with the playfulness clearly still in his bones, Astaroth watches Danta with amused dark eyes.

Astaroth

// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //

Dantalion

how the fuck am I supposed to know

"Oho, is that so?" Danta says to Asta, turning to walk backwards and face him, fluttering his hand towards his chest. "Why Astaroth, that's so very kind of you," he continues, his voice taking on a similarly haughty tone, "but don't you think you've dug enough holes for yourself for one lifetime?" Ha ha, get it Asta? Because you're always shoving your own foot in your mouth?

Cackling to himself, Danta picks up his pace to avoid any retribution, scampering down the craggy tunnels until the portal back to the Hollowed Grounds is in view. He doesn't leave without the butcher though, of course; in fact he waits for Asta to catch up and even ushers him through the portal first. After all, with the other man's luck, Danta only has to turn around for a second and he'd probably be eaten by a black dragon.

~FIN

if we're in love or if we're in pain?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!