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
It’s a heat that lingers, even as his arm loosens enough for Danta to reach for his melting margarita, and while he thinks about what exactly the blonde is asking of him, he’s suddenly silent and contemplative. Unsure where to actually parse his thoughts for once, he’s distracted as the long tips of his fingers trade those designs across the Theocrat’s bare chest over and over again.
Slower and slower.
And while everyone might agree with the idea that he’s a romantic, with all the charm and charisma he harbors, the butcher knows only half of it is truly sincere. The other half, entirely for show.
Danta’s nose — slightly colder than it had been thanks to the rim of the frozen drink — does bring him back as intended, and it’s with a huff of a sound that could be considered a laugh that Asta’s fingertips pick up their pace in those idle designs. “I think I have a tendency to show people what they would like. However, it is a facade.” Comes the quieter admission, hornless head tilting a little as he thinks. “Much of it was learned when I became Ancient. I imagine I do not need to tell you that Whitebrim cannibals are very rarely romantic?” Here he tilts his head again, trying to catch a sidelong glance at Danta. “There is no thought, there only is the action. Want is something that was not afforded to us unless it was food.” That had been a learned trait.
That had been taught by Dygra. And gods, he is eternally grateful.
Slower and slower.
And while everyone might agree with the idea that he’s a romantic, with all the charm and charisma he harbors, the butcher knows only half of it is truly sincere. The other half, entirely for show.
Danta’s nose — slightly colder than it had been thanks to the rim of the frozen drink — does bring him back as intended, and it’s with a huff of a sound that could be considered a laugh that Asta’s fingertips pick up their pace in those idle designs. “I think I have a tendency to show people what they would like. However, it is a facade.” Comes the quieter admission, hornless head tilting a little as he thinks. “Much of it was learned when I became Ancient. I imagine I do not need to tell you that Whitebrim cannibals are very rarely romantic?” Here he tilts his head again, trying to catch a sidelong glance at Danta. “There is no thought, there only is the action. Want is something that was not afforded to us unless it was food.” That had been a learned trait.
That had been taught by Dygra. And gods, he is eternally grateful.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
