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
It was too bad, but there would always be time. It wasn’t like Maea was going anywhere – if anything, she really seemed to be like a flea he couldn’t get rid of, nagging and chafing constantly. Infuriating as all hell. But he watches the path ahead all the same as he hears her chuckle and her answer – granting her one in return, a low and warm thing that blooms in his chest. “No, she is perfect at being uninvited.” He agrees, exhaling his laugh on a breathy sigh.
Looking down at her to see the question in her sea blue gaze, Asta’s soften a touch even if his smile is sharper. “I had plenty of ways to burn off my ire that night, thankfully.” He murmurs, offering his assurance to the fact that he’s fine. That, and Danta had taken him out to hunt the next day, to relieve that additional need. But in terms of the rest, he hears the underlying question, and his tongue clicks as he scans the misty path ahead. “Though I would not say no to another brief battle. Perhaps we shall be lucky in finding a creature I can set ablaze.” Craning his head back toward her, his smile is sharper and his gaze is a touch darker, the weight of the lace from the Spectral Villi still felt in his pocket, but the frustration of the fight was still there beneath the surface, amongst the still aching brands on his chest.
Looking down at her to see the question in her sea blue gaze, Asta’s soften a touch even if his smile is sharper. “I had plenty of ways to burn off my ire that night, thankfully.” He murmurs, offering his assurance to the fact that he’s fine. That, and Danta had taken him out to hunt the next day, to relieve that additional need. But in terms of the rest, he hears the underlying question, and his tongue clicks as he scans the misty path ahead. “Though I would not say no to another brief battle. Perhaps we shall be lucky in finding a creature I can set ablaze.” Craning his head back toward her, his smile is sharper and his gaze is a touch darker, the weight of the lace from the Spectral Villi still felt in his pocket, but the frustration of the fight was still there beneath the surface, amongst the still aching brands on his chest.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
