now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
“No you are.” Asta purrs once he’s on the ground again, flashing a too sharp grin and a wink toward the Maverick. He lets the other Ancient straighten up and stretch and he sets the pickaxe down in order to collect the pieces of copper and add it to a separate section within the bag he’s brought.
Humming a soft laugh as he hoists the bag back up over his shoulder and the pickaxe, drifting closer to the Maverick. “Darling, Danta, I am the luckiest man alive.” Where Danta thought he would avoid any bragging, he thought wrong as the butcher purrs the main factor of his bragging.
“Ah, and luckily for you, from my higher vantage point I happened to spot what looks like tin, in a reasonable to reach place.” He gestured toward the vein sparkling across the cavern on the opposite side, hidden behind a pillar from where they hadn’t seen it earlier. “That means you can take a well deserved rest.” Already he’s marching past Danta toward the vein he’s found.
Humming a soft laugh as he hoists the bag back up over his shoulder and the pickaxe, drifting closer to the Maverick. “Darling, Danta, I am the luckiest man alive.” Where Danta thought he would avoid any bragging, he thought wrong as the butcher purrs the main factor of his bragging.
“Ah, and luckily for you, from my higher vantage point I happened to spot what looks like tin, in a reasonable to reach place.” He gestured toward the vein sparkling across the cavern on the opposite side, hidden behind a pillar from where they hadn’t seen it earlier. “That means you can take a well deserved rest.” Already he’s marching past Danta toward the vein he’s found.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
