a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
A resounding chuckle escapes Astaroth as they continue their dance, his grin wide as he shakes his head. “Ah, no. Alas, I have zero injuries and zero interest in learning more of how to care for my own potential issues.” He offers, though his smile shifts and twists into something sharper and even more mischievous. “There are other promising reasons to be there, but I’m afraid those are secrets kept quite close to my chest.” These days, at least. After Maea’s panic, he realizes not everyone quite understands as they had once upon a time.
She takes the lead, though, and Asta follows swiftly, engaging the shift with such fluidity into the swing dance that his grin widens again with ease. “No slight taken, darling. I look forward to seeing it then.” He assures her before the butcher continues. “This one, however, is quite lovely. It almost looks as though we planned it.” He teases, gesturing briefly to himself within the dance and the red and blacks that swirl with golden accents, his pronged horns even jeweled up. “What gossip we shall be a part of, hmm?” He’d heard the brief whispers between Isla and Flora back at the Hanged Man, but had paid it little thought at the time. Now, though?
She takes the lead, though, and Asta follows swiftly, engaging the shift with such fluidity into the swing dance that his grin widens again with ease. “No slight taken, darling. I look forward to seeing it then.” He assures her before the butcher continues. “This one, however, is quite lovely. It almost looks as though we planned it.” He teases, gesturing briefly to himself within the dance and the red and blacks that swirl with golden accents, his pronged horns even jeweled up. “What gossip we shall be a part of, hmm?” He’d heard the brief whispers between Isla and Flora back at the Hanged Man, but had paid it little thought at the time. Now, though?
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
