am i the wolf or the savior?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
With everything discarded and Asta in nothing more than blankets made of fire, the butcher is very content to feel the heat of the flame as it winds around his chest and waist (knowing it isn’t from him). He instead focuses on helping heat the brunt of the water until he’s fully up to his neck in it, smoothing away the blood and sparking more bubbling flame to warm the surface so he at least has something to return to if the chill becomes too much.
He’s currently swiping at his neck and beard before fire curls against his skin as he twists toward Danta curiously, horned head above the water wrapped in flickering orange and yellows. “I have not, yet, no.” He muses thoughtfully — though he hadn’t really been looking for them, all things considered. “Have you?” Hands lift to scrub at his beard, ridding it of any ash and blood remnants.
He’s currently swiping at his neck and beard before fire curls against his skin as he twists toward Danta curiously, horned head above the water wrapped in flickering orange and yellows. “I have not, yet, no.” He muses thoughtfully — though he hadn’t really been looking for them, all things considered. “Have you?” Hands lift to scrub at his beard, ridding it of any ash and blood remnants.
Astaroth
come a little closer
