// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Danta’s voice calls after him on an echo that’s more reminiscent of the peal of bells, causing the butcher’s nose to wrinkle despite the fact that he can glean some amount of concern in the question. He finds quickly that he doesn’t care. The blade slices through and with the carelessness of placement and his weakened state since waking, it is his first time using the bloodboon, and fuck it does a lot more to him than he remembers.
Enough that the creature falls and Asta’s hands shake, allowing Danta to take the bloodied knife from his hand, but he does nothing but grit his teeth and continues to let his arm and hand start to coat in blood, dripping down his chest from the slice on the collarbone. He ignores the comment of the treeflit, if only to let hard dark eyes find Danta’s face. “We fucking failed.” He snaps instead, shaking and trembling, reflecting a portion of himself he kept hidden away from the rest of the Climb, unfortunately open for Danta to witness.
Enough that the creature falls and Asta’s hands shake, allowing Danta to take the bloodied knife from his hand, but he does nothing but grit his teeth and continues to let his arm and hand start to coat in blood, dripping down his chest from the slice on the collarbone. He ignores the comment of the treeflit, if only to let hard dark eyes find Danta’s face. “We fucking failed.” He snaps instead, shaking and trembling, reflecting a portion of himself he kept hidden away from the rest of the Climb, unfortunately open for Danta to witness.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
