If you're standing in the cold out of fear your flaws will show
It was definitely a great many more than four, but the butcher isn’t in a state of mind to count all the ropes and skulls littered about. If anything, he’s soaking it in, memorizing it, almost as if he can warp portions of it into his Haunt. It’s calculating and adoring, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth of his lover’s arm as he wraps it around his waist. The butcher’s tail slips around Danta’s leg, tight and comfortable to connect them as Asta leaves the wiggling skull alone (despite very much wanting to do the opposite).
“It does. I can see why our Lady has told you to come here.” The dread, the crows, the skull crabs, and the bark that leaks blood red? He turns away from the crab to give Danta all of his attention, the crows that have called earlier begin to move closer - perching in the branches above them, one clinging to the rope that free hangs. Asta’s attention flits up to them briefly, silently grateful for the bracelet around his wrist, before he’s reaching up to smear some of the sticky red sap away from the hollows of his cheek. “Thank you for indulging me. I can peruse the Greatwood’s library to see if there’s any notes about anything there?” As if reminded away from the beauty of the tree they stand under, the butcher’s smile brightens a touch.
“Oh, and because I have been delightfully distracted, I did not tell you that we successfully cleansed the desert.” And he hadn’t come home with a single scratch. For once.
“It does. I can see why our Lady has told you to come here.” The dread, the crows, the skull crabs, and the bark that leaks blood red? He turns away from the crab to give Danta all of his attention, the crows that have called earlier begin to move closer - perching in the branches above them, one clinging to the rope that free hangs. Asta’s attention flits up to them briefly, silently grateful for the bracelet around his wrist, before he’s reaching up to smear some of the sticky red sap away from the hollows of his cheek. “Thank you for indulging me. I can peruse the Greatwood’s library to see if there’s any notes about anything there?” As if reminded away from the beauty of the tree they stand under, the butcher’s smile brightens a touch.
“Oh, and because I have been delightfully distracted, I did not tell you that we successfully cleansed the desert.” And he hadn’t come home with a single scratch. For once.
Astaroth
We can live out where the warmth is 'til our names are etched in stone
