sit down now for some ground rules, thank you
do you think you can handle that much?
do you think you can handle that much?
The heat from the stone pours into the backs of his legs, a welcome reprieve as he looks over at her when she settles in, nodding his agreement as he’s tugged over for a gentle squeeze. One he returns easily, without any tension in his bones — quite the opposite of the last time they’d been here. “Torchline harbors a lot of humidity that we do not have here, either.” The heat was one thing, but suffocating on the air was another thing entirely. Here it felt dry, comfortable, breathable for the Ancients in a way that other places would try to rival and yet fail to reach all of the marks.
As she grins at him and asks her question, it reflects in the tug of smile lines on his own face, leaning in a bit closer toward her with excitement glittering in the black of his eyes. “I am far better these days.” His answer is warm, dazzling with the rumble of his accent. “Corvids are no longer an issue and I do not have nightmares anymore. And a few seasons ago I happened to find a Feirw shift under my skin.” Not toothy and predatory, unfortunately, but still exceptionally Asta if the antlers on his head are anything to go by.
“Which, I am unfamiliar with how much you know about deer shifts, but this season is… A lot. And I happen to have too much energy and figured if there were one of my friends that would be least likely to judge me out in the open while I —” a pause as he gestures, his hands dramatizing the words, “— for lack of a better word, prance.” He chuckles quietly before he shakes his head. "Would you like to see it?"
As she grins at him and asks her question, it reflects in the tug of smile lines on his own face, leaning in a bit closer toward her with excitement glittering in the black of his eyes. “I am far better these days.” His answer is warm, dazzling with the rumble of his accent. “Corvids are no longer an issue and I do not have nightmares anymore. And a few seasons ago I happened to find a Feirw shift under my skin.” Not toothy and predatory, unfortunately, but still exceptionally Asta if the antlers on his head are anything to go by.
“Which, I am unfamiliar with how much you know about deer shifts, but this season is… A lot. And I happen to have too much energy and figured if there were one of my friends that would be least likely to judge me out in the open while I —” a pause as he gestures, his hands dramatizing the words, “— for lack of a better word, prance.” He chuckles quietly before he shakes his head. "Would you like to see it?"
Astaroth
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