[SE] what a lunch of nonsense

// day breaks sorrow //

It mostly watches, the grin cut into the shadow enough to twitch and widen, little slits for eyes staring at those that dare peek their way. Asta seems to ignore it, like he would a watchful companion, all while he plucks another piece of meat from the platter and devours it with surprising ease. Swallowing the bite down, the butcher flashes a smirk to Thal, nodding his head. “I agree. We shall see how the rest of the seasons go, now that I have it.” He has a tendency of his shifts overcoming his senses in the best of times. It’s why his tail would wag like a dog’s, the way he seems stationary and watchful like his lial shift might.

Taking a sip of his drink shortly after she does, it’s with a tilt of his head that he leans over and meets her part of the way over the table. “Perhaps. Bolstering us for whatever comes next.” The shadow and Astaroth’s dark gaze flits to scan Thalassa, realizing that he can’t see the purple hue that envelopes her, stuck with just the words Flora had uttered.

Not that he doesn’t trust Flora - because he does, entirely - but it made it that much more difficult to ensure Thalassa’s safety in regards to the Void and how close to the Family she has become. “What do you think about it, darling?” He asks, heavy horned head tilting as he flashes her a shark-toothed grin.

Astaroth

// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //