// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Asta doesn’t even have a smart ass remark to make to the Maverick for his agreement – he knows what he acts like, and it had seemed like moving mountains to get this far (and half the bottle of liquor), the butcher settles in the chair and nods quietly as Danta offers what the butcher can expect – and while the Maverick is taking her outside he tops off Danta’s glass and fills a new one for himself, sagging in pure relief when Danta returns without the corvid and stretches out the tension.
“This is Halovian.” He comments about the liquor, dark gaze lifting toward Danta, the entirety of the argument earlier tonight far past him as he focuses on something else. “It reminds me of before I became Ancient.” Much better than they’d had back then, but the taste was similar. He can pick out the notes. “I think… I think it helped.” He admits, swirling the liquor in the glass before lifting it to his lips, taking a sip and setting the glass down before he leans back and sighs his own relieved tension, shoulders slumping and his impeccable posture suddenly slouched.
“This is Halovian.” He comments about the liquor, dark gaze lifting toward Danta, the entirety of the argument earlier tonight far past him as he focuses on something else. “It reminds me of before I became Ancient.” Much better than they’d had back then, but the taste was similar. He can pick out the notes. “I think… I think it helped.” He admits, swirling the liquor in the glass before lifting it to his lips, taking a sip and setting the glass down before he leans back and sighs his own relieved tension, shoulders slumping and his impeccable posture suddenly slouched.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
