// up above so, up above so quiet //
“Mm, agreed.” Astaroth hums. And should Danta ask whether or not Charlie makes a moonlight blood hunt the perfect thing one might need? The butcher can confidently confirm that she’s brilliant and he adores her immensely for indulging with him on such a beautiful hunt. But he doesn’t, and Astaroth keeps his mouth shut, unable to truly be a mind reader.
Instead, he gets glitter all over his fingers and himself for his trouble, snorting as Danta laughs and Astaroth shakes his head a little. ‘That is fair.” Asta hums, sighing when he can’t rid himself of the contagious glitter and instead lets his hand fall into his lap. “She hit a nerve.” Shrugging lightly he sighs and wrinkles his nose before being very much like a cat and starts to nudge a pen holder toward the edge of the desk, letting his dark gaze focus on that. “What may help take your mind off of it?” Smashing some more things, hunting, blood, drinking, fucking, the list goes on and on.
Instead, he gets glitter all over his fingers and himself for his trouble, snorting as Danta laughs and Astaroth shakes his head a little. ‘That is fair.” Asta hums, sighing when he can’t rid himself of the contagious glitter and instead lets his hand fall into his lap. “She hit a nerve.” Shrugging lightly he sighs and wrinkles his nose before being very much like a cat and starts to nudge a pen holder toward the edge of the desk, letting his dark gaze focus on that. “What may help take your mind off of it?” Smashing some more things, hunting, blood, drinking, fucking, the list goes on and on.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
