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
Murmuring a great! as he follows the priestess toward the sitting room, immediately taking in the sight of every piece of furniture and mismatched pieces. Not that Astaroth would complain, even before he sees the glimmer of uncertainty in her face as he snags his bag on the way. Settling into the space, Asta settles beside her as he pulls out the tea set, a vibrant red to match his usual wardrobe.
Getting it set up and sparking the flame to set it upon so that it can brew, he returns to sit beside her, posture straight as he smooths his hand over the fabric of the seat. “I like it. I believe they call it quaint.” He hums as he looks around and takes it all in once more, letting his gaze land on her. “So, while it’s heating up, have you been up to anything fun recently, darling?” Wondering halfway whether or not there was anything he may be able to help with from all the help she has been giving him.
Getting it set up and sparking the flame to set it upon so that it can brew, he returns to sit beside her, posture straight as he smooths his hand over the fabric of the seat. “I like it. I believe they call it quaint.” He hums as he looks around and takes it all in once more, letting his gaze land on her. “So, while it’s heating up, have you been up to anything fun recently, darling?” Wondering halfway whether or not there was anything he may be able to help with from all the help she has been giving him.
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
