They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
He hears her as she makes her approach, and maybe it’s confidence or the way he tells himself he knows who it is simply by her own gait or the way she moves like a leaf in the wind, but there’s confidence in the fact that his own body language might be akin to a sign on his back that says do not touch. She doesn’t, though, instead keeping her distance until she’s in his line of sight and all the while the butcher’s tail flicks and he continues to play with the reaching flames of the fire in the gourd, even if his dark gaze lifts from the gourd to Flora’s face with that same easy smile — though a little too sharp these days. As they had once been for those that didn’t know him.
But she knows him, and knows the little shadow that sits on the other side of the gourd, black and dark and not at all where it should be with a pale smile slit through to let the light in, poking and prodding at the gourd’s reflected fire in a playful game of charades. “It was a vampire gourd.” He confirms, fingers wiggling in the air as he lowers the flame into blues and whites to show the charred carcass. “I hear they are lovely little biting beasts.” Not that Asta was too intent on experiencing that fact when he’d seen it trundle through the forest toward him.
He eyes the dagger she flips in her hand, the poison coating glinting in the air as he straightens up a bit and extinguishes the fire completely. “What brings you out all this way, darling? In search of a brawl or simply being protective?” He doesn’t know that she’d been attacked by Dahlia, but he does know that the Family is gone. Danta had said as much, which he’d assumed meant she no longer needed to hide from them any longer.
Even still, he takes the moment to appreciate her and her attire, now that he can see her completely and without the pesky need for invisibility.
But she knows him, and knows the little shadow that sits on the other side of the gourd, black and dark and not at all where it should be with a pale smile slit through to let the light in, poking and prodding at the gourd’s reflected fire in a playful game of charades. “It was a vampire gourd.” He confirms, fingers wiggling in the air as he lowers the flame into blues and whites to show the charred carcass. “I hear they are lovely little biting beasts.” Not that Asta was too intent on experiencing that fact when he’d seen it trundle through the forest toward him.
He eyes the dagger she flips in her hand, the poison coating glinting in the air as he straightens up a bit and extinguishes the fire completely. “What brings you out all this way, darling? In search of a brawl or simply being protective?” He doesn’t know that she’d been attacked by Dahlia, but he does know that the Family is gone. Danta had said as much, which he’d assumed meant she no longer needed to hide from them any longer.
Even still, he takes the moment to appreciate her and her attire, now that he can see her completely and without the pesky need for invisibility.
Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
