/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
“It is.” He agrees with a wistful sigh – which is why he has had time to perfect how he intends to indulge. Being an Ancient simply made it make sense, but he still needed to do it in a way that wasn’t going to bring trouble to his doorstep. So he found how to make it work – such as his current deal with the clinic here in the Grounds, and deer otherwise. But that’s neither here nor there, as Astaroth snorts and leans back a little. “As far as I’m concerned, I was born that day.” He’d become a different man entirely – sophisticated and brutal when necessary.
But, the anger picks up as Danta continues to explain and Asta tries to wrap his mind around it, shaking his head a touch at the question. “I was always given the option to hunt.” He’d never gotten starved like that, which may or may not mean that the Mighty Astaroth would be so much fucking worse if he was.
He sighs regardless, head tilting a bit as they roll over a particularly bumpy rock in the pathway that jostles them and Asta idly rubs at a thick lump of scar tissue across his chest. “Sure… But why? They sent me off to handle much of the dirty work and be their hunter.” He starts to say before realization dawns and his lips form a tight line. “You were there to handle the bigger things, weren't you?” Ones he was given no information about, but knew from Zac and Rayla that it had been Morax’s prerogative and her duty to handle. And he wasn’t supposed to know a single fucking thing about it.
But, the anger picks up as Danta continues to explain and Asta tries to wrap his mind around it, shaking his head a touch at the question. “I was always given the option to hunt.” He’d never gotten starved like that, which may or may not mean that the Mighty Astaroth would be so much fucking worse if he was.
He sighs regardless, head tilting a bit as they roll over a particularly bumpy rock in the pathway that jostles them and Asta idly rubs at a thick lump of scar tissue across his chest. “Sure… But why? They sent me off to handle much of the dirty work and be their hunter.” He starts to say before realization dawns and his lips form a tight line. “You were there to handle the bigger things, weren't you?” Ones he was given no information about, but knew from Zac and Rayla that it had been Morax’s prerogative and her duty to handle. And he wasn’t supposed to know a single fucking thing about it.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
