oh wouldn't that be lovely? you would torture me
whisper me the reasons that you hated me
whisper me the reasons that you hated me
The fact that Deimos makes it like a game of sorts – so different from what he’s used to – has the butcher snorting in response as he starts to relax now that it isn’t above him. Stuffing flies out again, floating in the air on wisps of wind likely from Deimos’ conjurations. The whip is drawn back as he watches the effigy drop like it’s been hurt, before it limps away and the Sword’s tone sparks a deep laugh to escape Asta.
“Might as well, mm?” Casting a glance sidelong toward the Sword, Astaroth steps forward as he draws the whip back, hearing it zip through the air with the brisk movement of his wrist. He takes two calculating steps and aims another slash against the effigy, this time in the opposite way to create an X across the dummy’s chest.
“Might as well, mm?” Casting a glance sidelong toward the Sword, Astaroth steps forward as he draws the whip back, hearing it zip through the air with the brisk movement of his wrist. He takes two calculating steps and aims another slash against the effigy, this time in the opposite way to create an X across the dummy’s chest.
Astaroth
say it in the way that makes my knees go weak
