// with our one foot in the grave //
There’s likely some other subconscious reasoning for the nothing as important as this comment that slips from the Maverick’s lips and it has Astaroth’s attention immediately zeroed in. His immediate, reasonable reaction, is assuming it has something to do with the Grounds as a whole, as opposed to the true fact that Asta was hurt. Badly.
He shakes his head, careful to not impale the other man before he heaves a sigh. “I do not know. She had mentioned before the argument that she would be leaving for a bit. But after.. I have no idea.” Whether it changed or didn’t for the pale Ancient. Whether she’d eventually gotten onto a skyship or not.
He adjusts slightly, shifting the mug to his other hand to let his free one slip around Danta’s middle, an attempt at making a small comforting gesture. “I don’t know what to do, Danta.” He admits, uncharacteristically. “She’s stronger than I am, obviously.” A hiss of a growl ends the sentence, clear how it burns. “I need to get stronger.” He murmurs, like it’s more of a personal disappointment than anything else.
He shakes his head, careful to not impale the other man before he heaves a sigh. “I do not know. She had mentioned before the argument that she would be leaving for a bit. But after.. I have no idea.” Whether it changed or didn’t for the pale Ancient. Whether she’d eventually gotten onto a skyship or not.
He adjusts slightly, shifting the mug to his other hand to let his free one slip around Danta’s middle, an attempt at making a small comforting gesture. “I don’t know what to do, Danta.” He admits, uncharacteristically. “She’s stronger than I am, obviously.” A hiss of a growl ends the sentence, clear how it burns. “I need to get stronger.” He murmurs, like it’s more of a personal disappointment than anything else.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
