// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“That is wonderful to hear.” Astaroth hums, a genuine bright tone to his accented voice. He finds that the people that love their work tended to succeed and enjoy themselves more than others forced into varying positions. Isla is an example that comes to mind for him, of her brilliance when it came to medicines and healing. He imagines Lena’s capable of the very same outstanding capabilities when it came to the creatures she cared for and tended to.
As for Asta? He loved security, surprisingly. Permission to allow himself to ensure the establishment of the Dusklight remained free of problems? Sign him up.
Besides, it had its entertaining moments. (And dinner options).
Anyway, the butcher chuckles softly beneath his breath as he snags another arrow and focuses back on the targets lined up. “You are welcome to laugh at my failures as well.” He drawls, already pulling the string back when the question arises. “Ah, to be honest, my dear? I have zero idea. I am simply just testing. The further I pull, the wilder it tends to go. Too short and it goes nowhere.” It’s unhelpful and he knows it, so he flashes her an apologetic smile. “Somewhere in the middle, perhaps?” He leads by example, drawing it back halfwayish as he aims, letting it fly and watching as it zings right past the target in question, out over the edge to vanish in the mists and water below.
As for Asta? He loved security, surprisingly. Permission to allow himself to ensure the establishment of the Dusklight remained free of problems? Sign him up.
Besides, it had its entertaining moments. (And dinner options).
Anyway, the butcher chuckles softly beneath his breath as he snags another arrow and focuses back on the targets lined up. “You are welcome to laugh at my failures as well.” He drawls, already pulling the string back when the question arises. “Ah, to be honest, my dear? I have zero idea. I am simply just testing. The further I pull, the wilder it tends to go. Too short and it goes nowhere.” It’s unhelpful and he knows it, so he flashes her an apologetic smile. “Somewhere in the middle, perhaps?” He leads by example, drawing it back halfwayish as he aims, letting it fly and watching as it zings right past the target in question, out over the edge to vanish in the mists and water below.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
