i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
“I suppose that is true.” He agrees before everything happens. And gods, does it happen. He’s nudged out of the way by his lovers hip, only for the most effortless throw with the largest result he could have gotten. And the butcher’s huff of breath is both surprise and disapproval, a scoff as Danta swans toward the tea cups and Asta stands there staring at the bullseye with a hint of a flush to his skin that’s from the surprise.
His tail flits behind him in chaotic wags, no rhythm what so ever before he straightens up a bit more and lets his own sore loser-ness come out to the surface (one that Danta likely knew well from the butcher in the Climb days.) A flick of fire zips to the dartboard, eating away at the dart in the bullseye, before letting the ash fall to the floor and the butcher twists back to his lover with a bright and sharp smile at odds with the action. “I said tough luck.”
Gatekeep, gaslight… girlboss!Asta?
His tail flits behind him in chaotic wags, no rhythm what so ever before he straightens up a bit more and lets his own sore loser-ness come out to the surface (one that Danta likely knew well from the butcher in the Climb days.) A flick of fire zips to the dartboard, eating away at the dart in the bullseye, before letting the ash fall to the floor and the butcher twists back to his lover with a bright and sharp smile at odds with the action. “I said tough luck.”
Gatekeep, gaslight… girlboss!Asta?
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
