Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
Asta is truly going to have to start realizing that rather than shopping sprees and accidental near murders, agreeing to these dates is truly courting. For now, though, blissfully unaware and wanting to make up for everything that had happened in the Climb, the butcher has made his preparations, has dressed both up and down — not the floral shirt of before, but this time a tight fitting and tucked in teal shirt, sleeves rolled up to allow for some amount of sun exposure. A vest accompanies his chest as well, dark grey and pinstriped that match his pair of pants. Black wingtip shoes finish off the baseline of the outfit.
A silver chain hangs from the pocket of the vest to a loop attached at the side, a matching one to the band along his black obsidian horns. It’s their soft clinking that may be drowned out by the bustling market crowd, but not the dull click of the cane that heralds his arrival toward Flora‘s meeting spot.
He sees her nearly immediately, stuffing down any previous feelings that might rise in order to make sure today goes well. And with this much sun cascading down onto them, she would be able to see how his hair is slicked back and dark enough to be a true black in comparison to the horns nestled within, sparking up with an oil slick sheen of reds and oranges, yellows and greens. Just like his eyes, dark in any other light are actually quite a lovely shade of copper when enough light is available to brighten them up.
All things she would notice the second he steps up before her and offers his polite bow, the bright and too sharp smile, rising back to his full height to extend out his hand toward her (and selfishly look her over to make sure nothing else terrible like him had happened to her since their last encounter). “Hello Flora, darling. You look radiant.” His eyes linger on the earrings of the sapphires he’d sent her, his smile widening a fraction brighter as his tail sweeps carefully behind him in content.
A silver chain hangs from the pocket of the vest to a loop attached at the side, a matching one to the band along his black obsidian horns. It’s their soft clinking that may be drowned out by the bustling market crowd, but not the dull click of the cane that heralds his arrival toward Flora‘s meeting spot.
He sees her nearly immediately, stuffing down any previous feelings that might rise in order to make sure today goes well. And with this much sun cascading down onto them, she would be able to see how his hair is slicked back and dark enough to be a true black in comparison to the horns nestled within, sparking up with an oil slick sheen of reds and oranges, yellows and greens. Just like his eyes, dark in any other light are actually quite a lovely shade of copper when enough light is available to brighten them up.
All things she would notice the second he steps up before her and offers his polite bow, the bright and too sharp smile, rising back to his full height to extend out his hand toward her (and selfishly look her over to make sure nothing else terrible like him had happened to her since their last encounter). “Hello Flora, darling. You look radiant.” His eyes linger on the earrings of the sapphires he’d sent her, his smile widening a fraction brighter as his tail sweeps carefully behind him in content.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
