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
He hears her hiss before he can see the flare of it in her ocean of her eyes. Snorting, he shakes his head, lamenting the idea. He’d wanted to do so much more. Burn the whole Hanged Man down if he had his way. But it was Flora’s party, and that energy he’d harbored from the sudden surprise of Maea’s apology that had sent him into a fiery rage had been converted into… Well, giving Flora quite the gift.
She slips closer and Asta remains at her side for the added support when he glances ahead to speak of the night. “Mm, well, it was relatively short. She apologized for the way she treated me and the things she said about me. Said she was wrong and that she would not do it again.” And that was it, because it was all Asta could do to get himself out of the situation. “I had half a mind to tell her I could not hear her.” But she’d known he had with the way his eyes turned into black, volcanic rock as her words sank in.
“Instead, I told her that it was my choice to reach out to her to receive the apology – as per the letter she’d sent. I reminded her that it was neither my choice nor the appropriate time to hear it just so she may enjoy the event with a clear conscience.” He drawls, gaze flitting back over toward Thalassa with a small twitch of a smirk on his face. “And then I left for a booth with Danta.” Leaving Maea to listen to his words and indulge in a few too many drinks, he’s sure.
She slips closer and Asta remains at her side for the added support when he glances ahead to speak of the night. “Mm, well, it was relatively short. She apologized for the way she treated me and the things she said about me. Said she was wrong and that she would not do it again.” And that was it, because it was all Asta could do to get himself out of the situation. “I had half a mind to tell her I could not hear her.” But she’d known he had with the way his eyes turned into black, volcanic rock as her words sank in.
“Instead, I told her that it was my choice to reach out to her to receive the apology – as per the letter she’d sent. I reminded her that it was neither my choice nor the appropriate time to hear it just so she may enjoy the event with a clear conscience.” He drawls, gaze flitting back over toward Thalassa with a small twitch of a smirk on his face. “And then I left for a booth with Danta.” Leaving Maea to listen to his words and indulge in a few too many drinks, he’s sure.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
