so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
He could have sworn he had locked the door — only he hadn’t. He’d been distracted, guided toward changing into clothes that felt more like himself, finding a package with a note as a proof of life from Flora which makes his reaction all that much more genuine when his door opens and Danta promptly stumbles in.
The hey,’s are met with Asta’s head snapping toward the Maverick, the floral shirt cleaned and pressed and lifted up out of the little box it had been sent in. Letting it drop to the table, hands still in it, he looks back down to the letter and away from Danta as if he were still trying to keep his promise. “Hello.” He says quietly, jaw feathering as he moves to stand after a second more, sweeping over to the fireplace to put a kettle of water onto the fire, collecting the tea set that Danta had given him.
An offering for him to make himself comfortable, for what he imagined to be an uncomfortable talk.
The hey,’s are met with Asta’s head snapping toward the Maverick, the floral shirt cleaned and pressed and lifted up out of the little box it had been sent in. Letting it drop to the table, hands still in it, he looks back down to the letter and away from Danta as if he were still trying to keep his promise. “Hello.” He says quietly, jaw feathering as he moves to stand after a second more, sweeping over to the fireplace to put a kettle of water onto the fire, collecting the tea set that Danta had given him.
An offering for him to make himself comfortable, for what he imagined to be an uncomfortable talk.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
