// with our one foot in the grave //
She takes his hand and he begins to try and help her up out of the coils, only for her to start to crumble under the pain it had inflicted. Now, instead of the typical grin and niceties that accompany the butcher, there’s simply a moment where he works his jaw, while he offers her the announcement that he harbors no healing magic.
Wounding magic? Now that was his specialty. Healing, however, had never been a part of his repertoire.
Her pale gaze catches his nearly black ones at her solemn gratitude and he dips his chin as he wipes away more of the blood adorning his cheek, a silent and nonverbal you’re welcome clearly painting the air between them.
But then she starts to panic, hands shaking and the chakram falling into the tangle of rock slider and out of reach of Maea, and Asta bends to pluck the dagger from his shoe to hand her as he goes to grab the chakram. “Damage yourself in a space where it won’t be prolonged. Avoid veins and tendons if possible.” He would know, it was often something he had to do himself back in the day. So much so that those little scars simply blend in with the rest of his mutilated skin.
Wounding magic? Now that was his specialty. Healing, however, had never been a part of his repertoire.
Her pale gaze catches his nearly black ones at her solemn gratitude and he dips his chin as he wipes away more of the blood adorning his cheek, a silent and nonverbal you’re welcome clearly painting the air between them.
But then she starts to panic, hands shaking and the chakram falling into the tangle of rock slider and out of reach of Maea, and Asta bends to pluck the dagger from his shoe to hand her as he goes to grab the chakram. “Damage yourself in a space where it won’t be prolonged. Avoid veins and tendons if possible.” He would know, it was often something he had to do himself back in the day. So much so that those little scars simply blend in with the rest of his mutilated skin.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
