// up above so, up above so quiet //
Salt would work, as it turns out, but the conversation drops and Asta’s content to let it lie there. It was all for the lie, anyway, so might as well leave it. And with it, the warmth of the Dusklight warms his suddenly frigid bones, he’s quite glad that his adrenaline and thoughts had kept him from thinking about the chill. It doesn’t matter anymore, though, because that typical grin is offered to the worker and he feels quite more alive this time than he had this morning.
With the determination made and Danta’s sure steps heading toward his room, Astaroth reaches into his pocket after juggling the antler to get to his key, unlocking and opening it up for the Maverick to enter. “Make yourself comfortable.” The butcher hums, knowing that he doesn’t need to say it for Danta to do exactly that. But he busies himself with taking off the coat over him, setting the antler down on a table beside where the cane is propped up, and pauses before the fire to warm up, letting his hands linger on the dried blood against his skin in careful, nearly reverent strokes.
With the determination made and Danta’s sure steps heading toward his room, Astaroth reaches into his pocket after juggling the antler to get to his key, unlocking and opening it up for the Maverick to enter. “Make yourself comfortable.” The butcher hums, knowing that he doesn’t need to say it for Danta to do exactly that. But he busies himself with taking off the coat over him, setting the antler down on a table beside where the cane is propped up, and pauses before the fire to warm up, letting his hands linger on the dried blood against his skin in careful, nearly reverent strokes.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
