run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
“I would mercilessly judge your camp making abilities, just so you know.” He drawls as he departs to retrieve everything. And by the time he’s settled in, the differences seen would have only been minute differences. Ones in the way he moves, despite having no utilization in his left arm. He seems more flexible, less rigid, more care free in his posture than typical.
The posture is noticeable when he settles beside his lover, reaching out to take a sip of the chai and humming a quiet contented sound with it, setting it down to pluck a disk of sausage from the plate next. “It’s because I love you quite dearly that I am good to you.” Because he isn’t to anyone else. And it’s another carefree admission that passes by his lips that’s replaced with the bite of sausage.
Humming a note around the bite he chews, Asta’s gaze has dropped to the muzzle and the sedatives, content for no argument. “Yeah.. I’m worried what will happen, so we’ll take all the precautions we can.” His nose wrinkles but fades as he reaches for another slice of sausage, pairing it with a cube of cheese and a toasted cracker.
The posture is noticeable when he settles beside his lover, reaching out to take a sip of the chai and humming a quiet contented sound with it, setting it down to pluck a disk of sausage from the plate next. “It’s because I love you quite dearly that I am good to you.” Because he isn’t to anyone else. And it’s another carefree admission that passes by his lips that’s replaced with the bite of sausage.
Humming a note around the bite he chews, Asta’s gaze has dropped to the muzzle and the sedatives, content for no argument. “Yeah.. I’m worried what will happen, so we’ll take all the precautions we can.” His nose wrinkles but fades as he reaches for another slice of sausage, pairing it with a cube of cheese and a toasted cracker.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
