so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
“I know.” Asta says with a soft huff of a laugh, sighing lightly despite the amusement of it that remains the more that Danta starts to relax. He downs the rest of his glass and sets it aside, content to remain there with the Maverick as he playfully chides him. Chuckling a deep rumble, Asta leans his face in a little closer to him, sharp teeth surprisingly nonthreatening for once. “You are the worst.” Asta says with all the confidence of the truth of the words, as he notices the material.
Plucking the bindings used for his hands up, he runs it through his fingers as he inspects it, horned head tilting a little toward the Maverick as he speaks. “Is that so? Care to regale me of it?” He continues to run the strip of leather through his fingers, but his dark gaze remains on Danta, the flickering flames alighting the two men in the face of it, the taller Ancient waiting patiently to hear the tale.
It’s certainly not how he’d expected the evening to go, but he’s not complaining that he doesn’t have to bleed more.
Plucking the bindings used for his hands up, he runs it through his fingers as he inspects it, horned head tilting a little toward the Maverick as he speaks. “Is that so? Care to regale me of it?” He continues to run the strip of leather through his fingers, but his dark gaze remains on Danta, the flickering flames alighting the two men in the face of it, the taller Ancient waiting patiently to hear the tale.
It’s certainly not how he’d expected the evening to go, but he’s not complaining that he doesn’t have to bleed more.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
