the streets are all violent with murderous excitement
“Maybe a dried cactus.” Asta points out, though the idea of a skeleton is far more intriguing. He has to throw out some other options.
Either way, they toast and sip from their glasses, and he seems quite content as he lowers it from his lips, lingering by the flame to soak up the heat. “It’s whatever else you’ve added to it.” The more that they didn’t have in the Climb.
Ah, but speaking of the Climb… He takes another bracing sip as he tilts his head toward Danta with a raised brow, leaning down into his space a little. “You know, I had a unique conversation with your Ambassador recently.” He hums, a catlike smile curling on his face. “Right after I helped warm her up so she didn’t accidentally turn back to stone.”
Either way, they toast and sip from their glasses, and he seems quite content as he lowers it from his lips, lingering by the flame to soak up the heat. “It’s whatever else you’ve added to it.” The more that they didn’t have in the Climb.
Ah, but speaking of the Climb… He takes another bracing sip as he tilts his head toward Danta with a raised brow, leaning down into his space a little. “You know, I had a unique conversation with your Ambassador recently.” He hums, a catlike smile curling on his face. “Right after I helped warm her up so she didn’t accidentally turn back to stone.”
Astaroth
the hunter and the prey are dancing every day
