// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
The scolding without the heat is met with Astaroth’s low hum of a breathy kind of agreement, clearing his throat like it might remove the cotton found there from the running and the blood loss. It doesn’t work, though, and instead leans heavily on Danta as they walk, tail waving sluggishly through the somewhat warmer air.
Humidity surrounds them as they trudge along a well worn path, his thoughts slowly coming together as he wets pale lips. “Isla… Isla had some fountain water with her… Maybe others have the same..?” He stutters over the words at precisely the time a cart comes into view and Asta plays the part of a slightly swaying man, coated in blood. (Like it’s a hard thing to do to gain the carts attention and the two people within it).
And as they start to divert their course toward the two Ancients, Asta leans in a bit closer to Danta with a heavy breath, another apology on his tongue before his sharp teeth promptly lock it behind their paleness. He knows Danta isn’t much of a planner, but fuck if he isn’t doing a great job.
Humidity surrounds them as they trudge along a well worn path, his thoughts slowly coming together as he wets pale lips. “Isla… Isla had some fountain water with her… Maybe others have the same..?” He stutters over the words at precisely the time a cart comes into view and Asta plays the part of a slightly swaying man, coated in blood. (Like it’s a hard thing to do to gain the carts attention and the two people within it).
And as they start to divert their course toward the two Ancients, Asta leans in a bit closer to Danta with a heavy breath, another apology on his tongue before his sharp teeth promptly lock it behind their paleness. He knows Danta isn’t much of a planner, but fuck if he isn’t doing a great job.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
