you see right through the lies in my eyes, and it's all underneath
if you take the time to scratch the surface,
if you take the time to scratch the surface,
“You are correct.” The butcher hums without a second thought to the confidence in Thal’s voice. If the pale ancient wished to live alone in whatever delusion of a perfect world she had without getting anywhere near it, the butcher was content to keep that bridge as long as possible. But for now? Now he focuses on his friend as she starts to come back into herself, as Asta focuses on her wellbeing and the improvement of her mood already. The worries begin to dissipate and the butcher watches as she dips her head in appreciation, letting his smile bloom a touch wider on the corners, filling in those smile lines of his face.
Her legs stretch beside his, coming up quite short in comparison, not that Asta minds. He knows he’s ridiculously tall, even if he thinks it adds to his charm. And so his tail resumes its idle flicking, snorting as he nods before placing the muzzle in a haphazard attempt back onto his face. “It is. Booming.” He drawls with all the flares of dramatics he can manage.
The muzzle remains against his face as she lifts her hand to tap against it – and the butcher remains completely unbothered. It had been a usual fit for him to sleep, after all. Not that he thinks Thal knows that. “Not when this outfit is on.” He boasts a little proudly, playfully, his brows bouncing a little before he lowers the muzzle again and snorts. “It is quite fun to see them squirm regardless, though.” A fond sigh accompanies the response, before he straightens a little.
Thinking for a few moments after, he inclines his head toward her. “Would you like to return to your home or come back to the Dusklight with me?” He asks, letting his dark gaze flick along her face for whatever kind of reaction she might harbor with the idea of it. He doesn't mind either way, but something tells him that if she wanted some place warm to relax in without having to take the entire trek to Levinsward to her home, that the Dusklight could provide it.
Her legs stretch beside his, coming up quite short in comparison, not that Asta minds. He knows he’s ridiculously tall, even if he thinks it adds to his charm. And so his tail resumes its idle flicking, snorting as he nods before placing the muzzle in a haphazard attempt back onto his face. “It is. Booming.” He drawls with all the flares of dramatics he can manage.
The muzzle remains against his face as she lifts her hand to tap against it – and the butcher remains completely unbothered. It had been a usual fit for him to sleep, after all. Not that he thinks Thal knows that. “Not when this outfit is on.” He boasts a little proudly, playfully, his brows bouncing a little before he lowers the muzzle again and snorts. “It is quite fun to see them squirm regardless, though.” A fond sigh accompanies the response, before he straightens a little.
Thinking for a few moments after, he inclines his head toward her. “Would you like to return to your home or come back to the Dusklight with me?” He asks, letting his dark gaze flick along her face for whatever kind of reaction she might harbor with the idea of it. He doesn't mind either way, but something tells him that if she wanted some place warm to relax in without having to take the entire trek to Levinsward to her home, that the Dusklight could provide it.
Astaroth
i'll show you where the hurt is
