i don't belong among the angels // and baby that's just fine with me
Agreeing easily, Asta nods in response to the suggestion that once the portal is done there might be more time to focus on making the cathedral back to its once beautiful status. As it stands, he imagines with Charlie there it would be leagues better than it had been once upon a time, back when they had been a part of it.
Chuckling deeply at the notion that A was the most important part of his name, Astaroth slips over to Danta’s pew and leans in to inspect the mark, only to scrunch up his nose immensely with a look of gross. “Ew.” He says short and bluntly. “Please never call me that again.” He admits with a soft laugh, settling into the pew beside Danta once he learns of the inscription.
The answer doesn’t make him feel any better, and it’s with a click of his tongue that he leans forward to draw the knife from his boot and hand it to Danta with a brush of his shoulder against the blonde’s. “That won’t do.” He hums, casting his dark gaze over to Danta expectantly.
Chuckling deeply at the notion that A was the most important part of his name, Astaroth slips over to Danta’s pew and leans in to inspect the mark, only to scrunch up his nose immensely with a look of gross. “Ew.” He says short and bluntly. “Please never call me that again.” He admits with a soft laugh, settling into the pew beside Danta once he learns of the inscription.
The answer doesn’t make him feel any better, and it’s with a click of his tongue that he leans forward to draw the knife from his boot and hand it to Danta with a brush of his shoulder against the blonde’s. “That won’t do.” He hums, casting his dark gaze over to Danta expectantly.
Astaroth
the things i did up there were high school // but now i'm going for my degree
