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
The answer is not at all what he was expecting, and with the surprise of the answer he half winces and huffs a sound strangely close to a laugh. “What the fuck.” It’s a deeper drawl, one not masked by his usual pleasantries, and luckily it’s distracted him from the nausea threatening to overtake his stomach like he’s been abandoned on a ship in the middle of the raging sea. “They probably don’t. But they also probably don’t try to compete by drinking liquor.” He points out even as he nestles into Danta’s side, kept upright even as his joints seem to ache and his body still trembles.
The offer of water has his hands appearing from beneath the blanket, cradling it carefully to take a few slow sips, letting it settle before he takes some more. Already the acidity in his stomach feels a touch better, and he squints over toward the window as he hands the glass back to the Maverick.
“I will get it since you were so brave.” And as such, the butcher makes well on his promise, leaving the blanket behind to slowly slink over toward the window, fingertips reaching for the drawstring on the curtain that takes him at least three times to grab. Once he does and the curtains close, Asta breathes a sigh of relief, leaning against the nearest box to look over at the Maverick. “I feel horrible.” He complains, willing up the courage to return to the blonde’s side.
The offer of water has his hands appearing from beneath the blanket, cradling it carefully to take a few slow sips, letting it settle before he takes some more. Already the acidity in his stomach feels a touch better, and he squints over toward the window as he hands the glass back to the Maverick.
“I will get it since you were so brave.” And as such, the butcher makes well on his promise, leaving the blanket behind to slowly slink over toward the window, fingertips reaching for the drawstring on the curtain that takes him at least three times to grab. Once he does and the curtains close, Asta breathes a sigh of relief, leaning against the nearest box to look over at the Maverick. “I feel horrible.” He complains, willing up the courage to return to the blonde’s side.
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
