// smile like you mean it //
A chuckle slips from his lips at her tone, the grin remaining as his dark gaze glances toward her bag with a raised brow — wondering just what she had in mind, had hidden, and what kind of bone loosening items she might harbor within it. “I cannot wait to see.” Drawling, the butcher inclines his head a touch playfully.
One that lingers in the way he compliments her ability to handle the heat, and for as much as Asta hates crows of any kind, he is very much distracted by the glittering jewelry she wears. “I do not recall if I have. But, I have bathed in fire a fair amount.” Not a brag for Ancients, of course, but for everyone else? He certainly would pull the card.
Taking her glittering hand as she offers it and asks him to sit by the water with her, he’s quite willing to go — hand intensely warm within hers as if he’s soaked up the humid heat of the springs and the Climb as a whole. “Whatever you’d like, darling.” He hums, knowing already that the rocky surface of the Climb would not be comfortable for her even if he had been immensely used to it in his life, so, like a gentleman, he sits beside the water in such a way that would allow her to sit in his lap should she wish for a more comfortable space to relax. “I will admit I have not gone swimming in quite some time.” He offers to her, setting the wine glass on the smooth surface of the rock, beside a flickering flame.
One that lingers in the way he compliments her ability to handle the heat, and for as much as Asta hates crows of any kind, he is very much distracted by the glittering jewelry she wears. “I do not recall if I have. But, I have bathed in fire a fair amount.” Not a brag for Ancients, of course, but for everyone else? He certainly would pull the card.
Taking her glittering hand as she offers it and asks him to sit by the water with her, he’s quite willing to go — hand intensely warm within hers as if he’s soaked up the humid heat of the springs and the Climb as a whole. “Whatever you’d like, darling.” He hums, knowing already that the rocky surface of the Climb would not be comfortable for her even if he had been immensely used to it in his life, so, like a gentleman, he sits beside the water in such a way that would allow her to sit in his lap should she wish for a more comfortable space to relax. “I will admit I have not gone swimming in quite some time.” He offers to her, setting the wine glass on the smooth surface of the rock, beside a flickering flame.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
