// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Yes.” Asta says in a tone that’s more like obviously. But his jaw works and his nose wrinkles and he tries desperately to not shake and tremble as much in the face of his own frustrations and shortcomings.
Honestly he’s just upset at how weak he is. And the proof is here with how much the bloodboon had harmed him, another little tick on that shorter growing list of his own failings. “So what? It means if another comes trundling down our way to the Grounds, what then?” Sure, part of it would be safe, but the rest of it? He shakes his head and laughs a dark tone of disbelief, dark eyes focusing on Danta with a rage brimming beneath it.
It’s a different kind of manic, one he doesn’t know what to do with, hence the utilization of his magic on a bug. “What then, Dantalion?” He snaps.
Honestly he’s just upset at how weak he is. And the proof is here with how much the bloodboon had harmed him, another little tick on that shorter growing list of his own failings. “So what? It means if another comes trundling down our way to the Grounds, what then?” Sure, part of it would be safe, but the rest of it? He shakes his head and laughs a dark tone of disbelief, dark eyes focusing on Danta with a rage brimming beneath it.
It’s a different kind of manic, one he doesn’t know what to do with, hence the utilization of his magic on a bug. “What then, Dantalion?” He snaps.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
