the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
The pots, as Deimos inspects them, are filled separately to create different kinds of metal — one fully silver and the other a mixture of copper and tin that would combine into making a warm golden bronze when formed and polished. “Dygra is helping me craft a new cane, so I am working to make the bladed portion.” He hums easily, flashing his too sharp grin up toward Deimos right in time to spot the fluttering of dark wings.
The ore melts and Asta’s tail lashes as he immediately looks away and the smile falters, focusing on the fire that’s melting the ore in the pots. His hands grip the edge of the anvil in front of him, redirecting his attention anywhere else but to the sound of where the crow flies off.
And Astaroth spends a fair amount of time trying to settle his rapid heartbeat and the nausea in his gut, trying to ignore the flash of searing pain across his chest and spine. “I have yet to see a possessed one.” He tries for a conversation but for the first time to Deimos, Astaroth’s voice is far less prim and proper, rougher and deeper and very much Halovian accented.
The ore melts and Asta’s tail lashes as he immediately looks away and the smile falters, focusing on the fire that’s melting the ore in the pots. His hands grip the edge of the anvil in front of him, redirecting his attention anywhere else but to the sound of where the crow flies off.
And Astaroth spends a fair amount of time trying to settle his rapid heartbeat and the nausea in his gut, trying to ignore the flash of searing pain across his chest and spine. “I have yet to see a possessed one.” He tries for a conversation but for the first time to Deimos, Astaroth’s voice is far less prim and proper, rougher and deeper and very much Halovian accented.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
