// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
He imagines it will continue to haunt her. Yet most of the things that had haunted the butcher were few and far between these days, the fresh sting of them long gone and forgotten about. It helps that many of those that recalled those more embarrassing times had not woken from stone as he and Danta did, but for what it’s worth, time was one hell of a boon in alleviating the sting.
So he sits there, content and silent as he plucks the petal and sets it alight, the flame burning it in varied hues to a crisp when he lets the ash stain his fingers. Holding it out for her to take, Asta watches as she snags one and inspects it, her question taking him a bit by surprise. Enough that his horned head tilts, the shadows of his larger tines drawing lines across the table nearby. “Mm, not particularly. The Family was… devious. Manipulative. And seeing as Caido’s own demigods found themselves under their thumb for a time, I cared little for what they were doing. Until, selfishly, it affected me because of you.” A shrug of his shoulders before he relaxes and straightens up again, his smile twisting a touch softer.
“Angry? Yes. Not at you, however.” It’s his turn now to pluck a petal off, looking at the dull blood red petal briefly before he ignites it again. But he doesn’t look at it so much as he watches her face for her reaction. “It felt as though they had stolen one of my closest friends from me while I was not looking.”
So he sits there, content and silent as he plucks the petal and sets it alight, the flame burning it in varied hues to a crisp when he lets the ash stain his fingers. Holding it out for her to take, Asta watches as she snags one and inspects it, her question taking him a bit by surprise. Enough that his horned head tilts, the shadows of his larger tines drawing lines across the table nearby. “Mm, not particularly. The Family was… devious. Manipulative. And seeing as Caido’s own demigods found themselves under their thumb for a time, I cared little for what they were doing. Until, selfishly, it affected me because of you.” A shrug of his shoulders before he relaxes and straightens up again, his smile twisting a touch softer.
“Angry? Yes. Not at you, however.” It’s his turn now to pluck a petal off, looking at the dull blood red petal briefly before he ignites it again. But he doesn’t look at it so much as he watches her face for her reaction. “It felt as though they had stolen one of my closest friends from me while I was not looking.”
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
