am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
It’s almost fun and yet incredibly frustrating with how content Danta appears to be in the position that Asta has put him in, and it’s evident in the way that Astaroth kind of ‘blue screens’ for a split second as he listens. “As I said before, Dantalion, it’s truly not a problem.” If the Maverick wanted to use his full name, Asta would give it back. And besides, maybe he likes that steel rod in his spine, thank you very much.
As the other Ancient regains his space, Asta's busy running his tongue along the knife and watching as Danta slips off the pillar and makeshift table fully, and Asta returns back to the edge of it to finish up the rest of the useful deer parts, blood drying and beginning to flake off of his neck and forearms. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asks in an almost exhausted tone, lifting the back of his hand to rub at his lips where he can feel a bit of blood trying to dry uncomfortably, but only serves to smear more of it along his cheek and through his stubble.
As the other Ancient regains his space, Asta's busy running his tongue along the knife and watching as Danta slips off the pillar and makeshift table fully, and Asta returns back to the edge of it to finish up the rest of the useful deer parts, blood drying and beginning to flake off of his neck and forearms. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asks in an almost exhausted tone, lifting the back of his hand to rub at his lips where he can feel a bit of blood trying to dry uncomfortably, but only serves to smear more of it along his cheek and through his stubble.
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
