// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
“Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, yes?” The butcher laments – not something he’s intimately aware of, but he’s able to make context clues to connect the dots. She had done it for the people of Torchline, for their betterment, at the cost of so much. And while Asta sips from the chai and lets the warm chocolate rum concoction settle within him, keeping him a warm figure if not still a bit spider-like in how curled up he is, he’s quite comfortable indulging in the woes of his friend.
Hearing the addition, though, he absolutely is on the edge of his seat – dark brows lifting as his horned head tilts up a bit to scan her face. “That is complicated.” He agrees with a wrinkle of his nose, a huff of a sigh. “Did they.. talk to you? Or was it a surprise?” He asks, obviously wanting to know all of the details Flora had to lament in her misery. “I am fairly certain there is a social guideline for things such as that.” He mutters, looking away from her as he tracks his mind to see whether or not there was an unwritten rule about it.
Hearing the addition, though, he absolutely is on the edge of his seat – dark brows lifting as his horned head tilts up a bit to scan her face. “That is complicated.” He agrees with a wrinkle of his nose, a huff of a sigh. “Did they.. talk to you? Or was it a surprise?” He asks, obviously wanting to know all of the details Flora had to lament in her misery. “I am fairly certain there is a social guideline for things such as that.” He mutters, looking away from her as he tracks his mind to see whether or not there was an unwritten rule about it.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
