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
Quietly grateful for the support Danta provides, Asta’s content to lean against him as they arrive to the designated rendezvous point. Upon seeing her, he flashes her that sharp smile (still tired, but there nonetheless) and leans into the arm that wraps around his waist keeping him settled and standing despite the snow and chill that clings to him.
Happy to hear the bit of banter between Thalassa and Danta, the butcher shakes his head softly. “No, no. I am already out here and I did not get the chance to sate my bloodlust before Deepfrost attained its grip over me.” He sighs a little, loosening his hold on Danta only so that he can stand up a bit straighter, like he’s trying to breathe fire into his bones that want nothing more than to crawl back to bed.
“Please just ensure I do not become a devilishly handsome gargoyle in the process, if it is not too much trouble.” His tail sweeps low behind him, out of reach of the snow piled up as he shifts his weight and squeezes Dantalion’s arm, leaning in briefly to press a kiss to his cheek as if to prove to him he was up for this too.
Happy to hear the bit of banter between Thalassa and Danta, the butcher shakes his head softly. “No, no. I am already out here and I did not get the chance to sate my bloodlust before Deepfrost attained its grip over me.” He sighs a little, loosening his hold on Danta only so that he can stand up a bit straighter, like he’s trying to breathe fire into his bones that want nothing more than to crawl back to bed.
“Please just ensure I do not become a devilishly handsome gargoyle in the process, if it is not too much trouble.” His tail sweeps low behind him, out of reach of the snow piled up as he shifts his weight and squeezes Dantalion’s arm, leaning in briefly to press a kiss to his cheek as if to prove to him he was up for this too.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
