// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
He’s completely unaware of everything around him, for the extent of bloodloss he’s endured. Unconscious and unhelpful, shadows vanished and body limp. As Charlie’s quick thinking gets to work and the rage room creaks and screams beneath the weight of the dragon, Asta is none the wiser, even after he’s forcefully shoved.
He hits the ground rather hard – but that’s alright, he’s not going to remember or feel it once he gets past the threshold. And with a few more inches of freedom until he’s fully slipped across it, he blinks awake with a gasp – sitting up, trying to take in the world around him, watching the rage room knit itself back together as he tries to reorient himself. His breath has increased, blunt fingernails digging into the Temple’s stone flooring, looking up to Charlie with a touch of relief.
“Did it work, darling?” He asks in a breathless tone, hand lifting to his neck to feel perfectly healed skin beneath its touch, clothes not even lingering with the hint of iron or the stickiness of blood. Even still, the butcher withdraws his fingers to glance down at them just to make sure.
He hits the ground rather hard – but that’s alright, he’s not going to remember or feel it once he gets past the threshold. And with a few more inches of freedom until he’s fully slipped across it, he blinks awake with a gasp – sitting up, trying to take in the world around him, watching the rage room knit itself back together as he tries to reorient himself. His breath has increased, blunt fingernails digging into the Temple’s stone flooring, looking up to Charlie with a touch of relief.
“Did it work, darling?” He asks in a breathless tone, hand lifting to his neck to feel perfectly healed skin beneath its touch, clothes not even lingering with the hint of iron or the stickiness of blood. Even still, the butcher withdraws his fingers to glance down at them just to make sure.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
