// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
Recognition stirs and Asta realizes in an instant that he’s never seen her like this. It’s so jarring that even he can’t be suave or charming to lift her spirits, even as they make eye contact. The set to his jaw feathers as he clenches his sharp teeth, exhaling a slow breath, before he’s moving across the clearing toward her.
His sleeves are rolled up, the scars lingering on his wrists in pale circlets of the cuffs that had kept him restrained in the Climb are on full display as he reaches out for her, openly.
His fingers thread through the rough fur of the tigress, along the molten metal stripes without a care of pain or worry. “What happened, darling?” He asks, softer despite that still dangerous gleaming glow to his gaze as he drops to his knees beside her.
His sleeves are rolled up, the scars lingering on his wrists in pale circlets of the cuffs that had kept him restrained in the Climb are on full display as he reaches out for her, openly.
His fingers thread through the rough fur of the tigress, along the molten metal stripes without a care of pain or worry. “What happened, darling?” He asks, softer despite that still dangerous gleaming glow to his gaze as he drops to his knees beside her.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
