// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
He lets her rage, remaining there as a pillar for her to not be alone through the overwhelm that he imagines losing the infection has spurred. He pays little mind to the bile and the tears - after all, the butcher has seen worse - but its to her fire that he focuses on next. It blooms, hot and white and with purpose that Asta conjures a little barrier around himself from the potential of it leaking toward him. Utilizing his own magic to prevent her fire from scorching his clothes.
“Yes, they do.” The butcher agrees, before the frown finds his face at her self deprecation, his tail whipping at the ashen tip as he shakes his head. He’s silenced from speaking more, however, when the flash of her murderous blue gaze meets him. He knows the difference now - has known her long enough to know when she was mad at him versus everyone else.
A low hum of consideration escapes him, his horned head tilting this way and that as he steals some of the fire from her to himself, each tip of tine of his horns harboring a small flame like a chandelier of candlelight that casts upon her. “I learned of it at the beginning of Longheat. Flora told me.” He admits, finding that it was perhaps in their best interest that he tell her who had learned of it, considering Thalassa was part of the very same guild. “Danta and I have been searching for a way to heal you since then.” He lifts the hand with the limp rose, its use having left it wilted and sad looking in comparison to the vibrant blood red it had been before.
“Yes, they do.” The butcher agrees, before the frown finds his face at her self deprecation, his tail whipping at the ashen tip as he shakes his head. He’s silenced from speaking more, however, when the flash of her murderous blue gaze meets him. He knows the difference now - has known her long enough to know when she was mad at him versus everyone else.
A low hum of consideration escapes him, his horned head tilting this way and that as he steals some of the fire from her to himself, each tip of tine of his horns harboring a small flame like a chandelier of candlelight that casts upon her. “I learned of it at the beginning of Longheat. Flora told me.” He admits, finding that it was perhaps in their best interest that he tell her who had learned of it, considering Thalassa was part of the very same guild. “Danta and I have been searching for a way to heal you since then.” He lifts the hand with the limp rose, its use having left it wilted and sad looking in comparison to the vibrant blood red it had been before.
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
