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
“I know it is.” Astaroth hums playfully, until he’s distracted from the fight by the one currently happening with his tail. And he watches with attempts to try and evade Danta’s hands, only managing a few times before the Maverick is giving up and focusing on his attentions. And he grants them, thumb stroking along the other Ancient’s jawbone, fingertips threading through salt curled blonde locks. Those affections don’t stop while Danta speaks.
His smile twists into nostalgia as he nods and slips his sunglasses up so that he can get a better look at the man whose head is currently in his lap. “I often did my best to avoid those streets. That, or they would give me a wide berth.” It was his preference, after all. Danta had changed that, and only a select few people got the ability and okay from him to touch without his own instigation.
Distracted by the sudden vanishing and reappearance of the creature down the way, Asta looks up sharply as someone’s hoisted in the air and falls and honestly it looks like an ant getting dropped from this distance — enough that he can’t make anything out, but also enough to make him snort at the sight of it. “I have never been to the Greatwood.” He admits a touch distractedly, tail slowing in its twitching above Danta’s hands, the butchers fingertips mirroring the same motion as he focuses.
His smile twists into nostalgia as he nods and slips his sunglasses up so that he can get a better look at the man whose head is currently in his lap. “I often did my best to avoid those streets. That, or they would give me a wide berth.” It was his preference, after all. Danta had changed that, and only a select few people got the ability and okay from him to touch without his own instigation.
Distracted by the sudden vanishing and reappearance of the creature down the way, Asta looks up sharply as someone’s hoisted in the air and falls and honestly it looks like an ant getting dropped from this distance — enough that he can’t make anything out, but also enough to make him snort at the sight of it. “I have never been to the Greatwood.” He admits a touch distractedly, tail slowing in its twitching above Danta’s hands, the butchers fingertips mirroring the same motion as he focuses.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
