run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
On the plus side, it’s close to home. On the bad side, Asta hasn’t left the confines of their room in days, which makes it all that much more difficult to get himself together enough to step out into the cold. A hunt sounds good, though, his bloodlust having started to rear its head in the back of his mind. Sated enough for now, at least, but not for too much longer.
He’s bundled in a thick sweater with a warm, thermal undershirt – warm pants and boots. His arm is linked with Dantalion’s, half curled into him as his horns spark with fire in a chandelier of heat as they reach the rendezvous point, a sleepy but no less sharp smile shot Thalassa’s way. “Good afternoon, darling.” He hums, drawing silent after to stifle a yawn. Her tension is noted, but he doesn’t have any of the fire within him to spark his bones into moving faster.
He’s bundled in a thick sweater with a warm, thermal undershirt – warm pants and boots. His arm is linked with Dantalion’s, half curled into him as his horns spark with fire in a chandelier of heat as they reach the rendezvous point, a sleepy but no less sharp smile shot Thalassa’s way. “Good afternoon, darling.” He hums, drawing silent after to stifle a yawn. Her tension is noted, but he doesn’t have any of the fire within him to spark his bones into moving faster.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
