// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
The second his hand is released it drops to Danta’s other thigh, the butcher peering up at him as he sinks into the blankets all that much more relieved to hear the words that come from the blonde’s lips. “I did not think you would have an issue with it.” He agrees, a touch wearily as the frustrating wind is taken out of his sails. It leaves him tired, wondering why he’d even let it get to him except for the fact he, somewhere deep inside, actually cared what she thought or what she said.
As Danta covers his hand on his thigh, Asta’s hand twists up to trace his fingertips along the other Ancient’s wrist, nodding. “Of course. It has no place here, nor elsewhere in the Grounds.” And for a cannibal, he knows his morality was somewhat skewed, but he also knows he’d never once even think himself capable of stooping so low.
He sits up a little, utilizing his upper body strength to pull him up and reach up and brush Danta’s blonde hair behind his spiked horns. “I feel better now, thank you.” And it’s evident in how his tail has shifted from a pissed off cat, flicking back and forth to the gentle swoops seen now.
As Danta covers his hand on his thigh, Asta’s hand twists up to trace his fingertips along the other Ancient’s wrist, nodding. “Of course. It has no place here, nor elsewhere in the Grounds.” And for a cannibal, he knows his morality was somewhat skewed, but he also knows he’d never once even think himself capable of stooping so low.
He sits up a little, utilizing his upper body strength to pull him up and reach up and brush Danta’s blonde hair behind his spiked horns. “I feel better now, thank you.” And it’s evident in how his tail has shifted from a pissed off cat, flicking back and forth to the gentle swoops seen now.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
