am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
A low chuckle leaves him at the probing — at odds with how they had been just a week ago. Now, a mutual understanding, the playful ribbing between them, it’s surprisingly comfortable as much as Astaroth would like to pretend it wasn’t. A fact evident by how he raises a brow at the mention of the Dusklight missing his presence, something which he rolls his eyes despite the remaining grin. “I’m not so sure about that. A woman came to my door not too long ago to offer her services. She seemed upset when I turned her down.” Gently, of course, but it had still burned her he’s sure.
Regardless, Asta’s grin only grows wider as Danta takes a look at the gift, and the Ancient waits patiently while the Maverick devours the flesh the other Ancient had brought, content to see just how good of a gift it really had been. “Of course I do, I’ve had time to figure it out.” Ever since he was a kid, that is.
Either way, the second Dantalion is done, Asta starts to move in the direction of the rustling he’d heard, following through with the Maverick’s decision to go hurt something. He gladly will, evident with how his pace seems to pick up as stealthily as he can manage it, zeroed in hard toward the sound that seems to have stilled somewhat.
Regardless, Asta’s grin only grows wider as Danta takes a look at the gift, and the Ancient waits patiently while the Maverick devours the flesh the other Ancient had brought, content to see just how good of a gift it really had been. “Of course I do, I’ve had time to figure it out.” Ever since he was a kid, that is.
Either way, the second Dantalion is done, Asta starts to move in the direction of the rustling he’d heard, following through with the Maverick’s decision to go hurt something. He gladly will, evident with how his pace seems to pick up as stealthily as he can manage it, zeroed in hard toward the sound that seems to have stilled somewhat.
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
