// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
It upsets him more how much this argument upsets him — not understanding the attachment that has bloomed between them or knowing what any of it means. All he knows is it burns against something brittle and dark within him, nose wrinkling at the implication again and barking a humorless laugh. “Then you could have said something.” It’s back to the initial point, though, and when Danta brings up the idea of living underground and draws up to his full height too, it is a mirror.
Gnashing his teeth, the butcher steps back toward the door. “I am very much aware. It’s just like the Climb with their crows.” In which he had lived there for years, still twitchy when they flew over but knew what to expect, where they resided, where they hung out to hunt — all places to minimize his appearance.
Turning swiftly with his tail lashing behind him like an upset feline, Asta makes to reach for the door. “I hope you enjoy her company better than mine, then.” He snaps, grumpily, turning the door handle to open the door.
Gnashing his teeth, the butcher steps back toward the door. “I am very much aware. It’s just like the Climb with their crows.” In which he had lived there for years, still twitchy when they flew over but knew what to expect, where they resided, where they hung out to hunt — all places to minimize his appearance.
Turning swiftly with his tail lashing behind him like an upset feline, Asta makes to reach for the door. “I hope you enjoy her company better than mine, then.” He snaps, grumpily, turning the door handle to open the door.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
