// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
Asta keeps her close even as she tucks in, not worried about the possibility of losing his balance while he carries her through the trees and rain soaked undergrowth, keeping his eyes on the path they take and scouting for anything that might prove to want to be a problem. Thankfully, nothing does, and as they emerge with their umbrella of flame, the butcher’s path turns toward the left, heading back toward Thalassa’s home. “I am sure we can arrange that, darling.” It’s a soft confirmation, keeping her close as he reaches her door.
The flame disperses under the cover of her porch, and he jostles her only slightly to get her through the door into the familiar dark warmth of her home. A thought of his magic sparks the fire in the fireplace, roaring and warm immediately, shrouding her home in oranges and reds, glinting from the knives strewn about. “Let us get you settled.” The shadowy friend that typically accompanies him joins in on the attempts as he sets her down carefully in one of her chairs while his shadow smiles at her in as comforting of a grin as it could feasibly do.
Drawing up to his full height, he snags a strong whiskey on the shelf he’d seen her grab before, snagging a glass at the same time that he fills a knuckles worth and returns to her side to hand her the glittering rocks glass. “Now, what else can I do?” His gaze is uncharacteristically soft as he peers at her, before he looks back around her home.
The flame disperses under the cover of her porch, and he jostles her only slightly to get her through the door into the familiar dark warmth of her home. A thought of his magic sparks the fire in the fireplace, roaring and warm immediately, shrouding her home in oranges and reds, glinting from the knives strewn about. “Let us get you settled.” The shadowy friend that typically accompanies him joins in on the attempts as he sets her down carefully in one of her chairs while his shadow smiles at her in as comforting of a grin as it could feasibly do.
Drawing up to his full height, he snags a strong whiskey on the shelf he’d seen her grab before, snagging a glass at the same time that he fills a knuckles worth and returns to her side to hand her the glittering rocks glass. “Now, what else can I do?” His gaze is uncharacteristically soft as he peers at her, before he looks back around her home.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
