// with our one foot in the grave //
Everything seems to be going just fine until Danta goes to speak again and the sharp crack of lightning has him flinching, cursing out a colorful stream of words as his arms also grow impossibly tight around the Maverick, fire falling from the spiderwebbed tree above them as its branches burn and cascade like falling rain. Luckily, Danta’s on top of it in protecting them with the fiery shield, because if it were Asta he’d have simply let the fire engulf them.
Not that it would harm them, but it would make it a difficult trek back to the Inner Quarter when there’s no clothes on their backs.
Finally allowing his arms to loosen a fraction, Astaroth parts and lets his dark gaze take in the blaze around them, reflecting oranges and yellows along his bronze and exhausted and somehow surprisingly pale face. “Intriguing. I would imagine they require specific bottles.” The butcher comments, and despite the deadpan tone, he is interested in the idea of bottling lightning for whatever kind of purpose Danta deemed to fit. As for whether he’s okay, he nods, turning his gaze back toward Danta. “Yes. Are you?” He asks softly, suddenly giving him a calculating look from the top of his diamond horns down to where he can no longer see with where they’re still connected in that embrace.
Not that it would harm them, but it would make it a difficult trek back to the Inner Quarter when there’s no clothes on their backs.
Finally allowing his arms to loosen a fraction, Astaroth parts and lets his dark gaze take in the blaze around them, reflecting oranges and yellows along his bronze and exhausted and somehow surprisingly pale face. “Intriguing. I would imagine they require specific bottles.” The butcher comments, and despite the deadpan tone, he is interested in the idea of bottling lightning for whatever kind of purpose Danta deemed to fit. As for whether he’s okay, he nods, turning his gaze back toward Danta. “Yes. Are you?” He asks softly, suddenly giving him a calculating look from the top of his diamond horns down to where he can no longer see with where they’re still connected in that embrace.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
