[PQ+] my bare hands paved their paths

Astaroth

// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //

Thankful to see the fire actually do something (unlike with the wicker woman), Astaroth quietly relishes in the absolute overkill the two of them do, watching as nothing remains but ash and bone. Satisfying as it is, it doesn’t quell the bloodlust need within him. So he straightens up a little, extinguishes the fire, and rises from where they’d covered the cache again.

“That sounds like a brilliant plan.” He feels as though he could use a drink or two of five anyway. Brushing the ash from his knees, Asta straightens fully to try to fix and smooth out the shirt and vest, dark gaze dancing between the two of them. “I used to have a rock slider shift.” He informs Flora before sliding his gaze toward Danta. “Do you remember?” He recalls the few and far between times where shifts were on display, but at least the commentary makes for idle chatter while they start to head up toward the Hanged Man.

// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Grinning like Tom Haverford a maniac to see the rock slider meet its doom, Danta is also brushing his clothes off, despite not having a speck of dust upon them, and he adjusts his sunglasses afterwards and turns to Flora with an eager nod. "And look at that - we didn't even need divine intervention this time," he says, as if this alone is reason enough to drink. (Though, let's be honest, none of them truly need a reason).

"Sounds good to me - lead the way," he says, gesturing for Flora to go ahead. As for Asta's rock slider shift, it's with a good-natured(?) shove to the butcher that Danta falls into step with him. "Yes, I remember. I remember specifically being crushed by it once or twice," he says sharply, though there's amusement in his eyes as they head towards The Hanged Man and a well deserved guild party.

~FIN

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!