// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Glancing through the crowd – as Asta does more often this season than other seasons – the butcher spies Thalassa as she arrives, her sharp grin aimed at the both of them which receives one in return. His shark tooth smile a bit easier with the content that she’s greeted both of them. But when the lanterns dim, Astaroth is taking a long slow sip of his freshly refilled glass, arm tightening around Danta’s shoulders as he spots Isla get chosen.
He takes the moment to takeEdrei in from this distance and he is quietly grateful for the way Danta noses his way into his jaw as his arm tightens around him and he tilts his head to press a soft kiss to his temple. “Mm, well, she is friends with me.” He murmurs, as if it weren’t too far of a fetch to believe Isla capable of being friends with a multitude of types if she was friends with a cannibal.
He takes the moment to take
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
