i don't belong among the angels // and baby that's just fine with me
“Timeless.” The butcher purrs his agreement, a smirk blossoming slightly as his dark gaze flits between the warm fire and the addition of iron on his tongue, before Danta finishes cleaning up the wound himself, letting it clot naturally. Astaroth, meanwhile, closes up his bag and slips it back onto his arm for easy holding, casting a glance back toward the altar and the now smoldering flames, before he peers out at the rows of pews, in complete disarray from how they had once been.
Humming a soft note, Asta nods his head. “I did.” Time and materials snatched from his treks, littering his space with multitudes of trinkets. Perhaps that’s why he enjoys gifting these days — he’d had too many to count before he’d fallen asleep.
At the mention of names etched into the stone, though, Astaroth starts to follow Danta like the shadow he is. “I do. It’s a shame what the centuries have done.” He muses, stepping past Asta toward his favored pew, running his fingers along the edge of the back that had fallen. “Mine was etched into the seat in front of mine.” He pauses as if to think, counting the rows back before he finds his usual space, setting the bag on it to drop to his knees to see if it remained in the bottom of the pew in front of him.
Humming a soft note, Asta nods his head. “I did.” Time and materials snatched from his treks, littering his space with multitudes of trinkets. Perhaps that’s why he enjoys gifting these days — he’d had too many to count before he’d fallen asleep.
At the mention of names etched into the stone, though, Astaroth starts to follow Danta like the shadow he is. “I do. It’s a shame what the centuries have done.” He muses, stepping past Asta toward his favored pew, running his fingers along the edge of the back that had fallen. “Mine was etched into the seat in front of mine.” He pauses as if to think, counting the rows back before he finds his usual space, setting the bag on it to drop to his knees to see if it remained in the bottom of the pew in front of him.
Astaroth
the things i did up there were high school // but now i'm going for my degree
