// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“I am most certainly not worried, darling.” Astaroth hums, muffled into the Maverick’s chest with a weary sigh even thinking about the ordeal (and partially wondering what kind of fun people had doing that, he could never) so he promptly pushes it out in lieu of something else, even as he nearly seems to whine with the loss of the hand in his hair.
The weight of Danta’s arms around his shoulders settles him in place of it, though, shrugging lightly because while that was true, he hadn’t exactly helped himself any either. And the last thing he needed people to know was his weakness, especially Morax’s crew. So he’d swallowed it down and hidden it away, focusing instead on the sudden response Danta offers that has Asta snorting lightly.
“Doesn’t it seem too trivial for her?” He asks in a voice that seems further from the butcher’s usual tones, smaller somehow, like he’s undeserving of such a menial thing to help him sleep at night. “I had considered it a while ago, but I do not wish to waste her time with such… admittedly ridiculous things.”
The weight of Danta’s arms around his shoulders settles him in place of it, though, shrugging lightly because while that was true, he hadn’t exactly helped himself any either. And the last thing he needed people to know was his weakness, especially Morax’s crew. So he’d swallowed it down and hidden it away, focusing instead on the sudden response Danta offers that has Asta snorting lightly.
“Doesn’t it seem too trivial for her?” He asks in a voice that seems further from the butcher’s usual tones, smaller somehow, like he’s undeserving of such a menial thing to help him sleep at night. “I had considered it a while ago, but I do not wish to waste her time with such… admittedly ridiculous things.”
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
