reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
Needless to say, the butcher is pleased with the result of the desert excursion. But since then, it also means home and home was to greet and adore the Maverick until it was time for their next venture to the Feverlands. But its with a plan in mind that the butcher slips off the sky ship and steps down the dock - dressed down for the potential fight, he wears a pale fitted shirt (enough that the ripple of bandages can be seen under them), no waistcoat as per doctor’s orders, dark pants, sand dusted boots, and his hair brushed back and tucked in behind his horns. The cane clicks against the wood of the dock as he spots the Marauder. A glance back to the path toward the wagon that would take him home, before the butcher’s diverting his course.
Arriving precisely as Thalassa’s snapping an order at a young deckhand, Asta flashes his shark-tooth smile toward Spook with a quiet nod, before he’s heading directly to the ruthless Captain. “Thalassa, darling.” Comes the hum of greeting, drifting closer to her and giving her a subtle but long look to ensure she’d made it out of the pool party unscathed, a subconscious mimicry of what she’s already doing to him.
Except she’d likely find the bandage wrapped around his chest, bunched awkwardly beneath the shirt that he has yet to readjust.
“I am heading home to see Danta.” He hums, his tone a touch more affectionate these days as he speaks of the Theocrat, before he continues. “I have just arrived from Hak Etme.” If the darkening of his already olive hued skin was anything to go by, it’s clear the desert left him with an even deeper sun-kissed tan. "I see you have just arrived as well?"
Arriving precisely as Thalassa’s snapping an order at a young deckhand, Asta flashes his shark-tooth smile toward Spook with a quiet nod, before he’s heading directly to the ruthless Captain. “Thalassa, darling.” Comes the hum of greeting, drifting closer to her and giving her a subtle but long look to ensure she’d made it out of the pool party unscathed, a subconscious mimicry of what she’s already doing to him.
Except she’d likely find the bandage wrapped around his chest, bunched awkwardly beneath the shirt that he has yet to readjust.
“I am heading home to see Danta.” He hums, his tone a touch more affectionate these days as he speaks of the Theocrat, before he continues. “I have just arrived from Hak Etme.” If the darkening of his already olive hued skin was anything to go by, it’s clear the desert left him with an even deeper sun-kissed tan. "I see you have just arrived as well?"
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
