// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“How wonderfully cruel.” Asta murmurs as he imagines the bird cages afflicted by the heat, thinking solely for the attuned they may have kept rather than their Ancient kin. After all, heat didn’t bother them all that much. But those thoughts begin to slip to the wayside, his notes will be there to contemplate at a later time, because now he’s asking if she’s interested in going on a specific kind of hunt.
And he should, truthfully, expect nothing less than her agreement, but it is still a small amount surprising to receive it in the way that she looks at him as if she’s ready to jump his bones. Honestly, he might let her once the hunt is over and they’ve had their fill.
She springs out of the chair and Asta pockets the pen and the notebook, before he moves to stand and finds her hand offered to haul him up. The butcher takes it gracefully before he’s drawn back to his full height, collecting his cane to speed up the process with how eager she is, all the while his mind works to figure out who their target might be.
One in particular comes to mind, and as they walk once he knows prying ears aren’t around, he leans down toward her a bit. “There’s a traveling merchant group here that should be leaving right about now. They are not from here, so perhaps catching one of them off guard as they make their way out may be beneficial for us.” He suggests, casting his dark gaze toward her as they delve out into the snow again, only Astaroth’s stride has a bit more purpose and eagerness with the prospect.
Is it bending the rule he agreed to with Danta? Absolutely. But there’ll be no scene to be had if they simply assume a monster had snatched a lone group member out in the forest.
And he should, truthfully, expect nothing less than her agreement, but it is still a small amount surprising to receive it in the way that she looks at him as if she’s ready to jump his bones. Honestly, he might let her once the hunt is over and they’ve had their fill.
She springs out of the chair and Asta pockets the pen and the notebook, before he moves to stand and finds her hand offered to haul him up. The butcher takes it gracefully before he’s drawn back to his full height, collecting his cane to speed up the process with how eager she is, all the while his mind works to figure out who their target might be.
One in particular comes to mind, and as they walk once he knows prying ears aren’t around, he leans down toward her a bit. “There’s a traveling merchant group here that should be leaving right about now. They are not from here, so perhaps catching one of them off guard as they make their way out may be beneficial for us.” He suggests, casting his dark gaze toward her as they delve out into the snow again, only Astaroth’s stride has a bit more purpose and eagerness with the prospect.
Is it bending the rule he agreed to with Danta? Absolutely. But there’ll be no scene to be had if they simply assume a monster had snatched a lone group member out in the forest.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
