so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
“You should ask him on a date, then.” Astaroth flashes a playful grin toward her, teasing and amused because if he’s being honest, he doesn’t know what love feels like. But he also is positive she’s joking with him, and he doesn’t want to be caught on the backfoot of a too serious conversation when things are going so well to begin with. She might plant ideas into his head of the unnamed feelings within that he doesn’t know how to place or what to do with. So, remaining blissfully unaware, Asta chuckles deeply at the elbow that greets his ribs and the top edge of his hip. “My heart or the obsidian, darling?” Flashing her another sharp grin over the obsidian, the butcher nods.
“I won’t.” He offers her gently when she reaches the other side, and true to his word, he lifts the obsidian, unfortunately lifting with his back and not so much with his legs to ensure that she doesn’t strain herself too much – he’ll be sore in the morning, but it’s worth it to ensure this obsidian gets into the location of the shrine.
Of course, they only manage to make it a short way, before the butcher is beginning to set it down. “Alright, perhaps this isn’t going to work quite so easily.” He says, thinking for a moment. “Do you happen to have a… what do they call it? A dolly?” Brows pinching, his tongue pokes on the inside of his lip as he thinks, glancing toward the entrance of the temple before looking back toward Charlie. “A board with wheels attached people often use for moving heavier items?” Like a flat, tiny cart.
“I won’t.” He offers her gently when she reaches the other side, and true to his word, he lifts the obsidian, unfortunately lifting with his back and not so much with his legs to ensure that she doesn’t strain herself too much – he’ll be sore in the morning, but it’s worth it to ensure this obsidian gets into the location of the shrine.
Of course, they only manage to make it a short way, before the butcher is beginning to set it down. “Alright, perhaps this isn’t going to work quite so easily.” He says, thinking for a moment. “Do you happen to have a… what do they call it? A dolly?” Brows pinching, his tongue pokes on the inside of his lip as he thinks, glancing toward the entrance of the temple before looking back toward Charlie. “A board with wheels attached people often use for moving heavier items?” Like a flat, tiny cart.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
