// allow me to introduce myself //
Given the nature of the sled and its hobbled together-ness, it really does seem like it’ll work well enough for the wood as proof while it holds the weight of Danta with absolute ease, cutting through the snow and over smaller fallen branches like a warm knife through butter. He likely doesn’t have to convey the point to his lover, but he does anyway, grateful for the interjection into the conversation to keep him going on it.
It makes it easy to get to the woods with feeling as though no time had passed at all.
Once they reach the trees designated, the butcher hands Danta the axe with a small grin. “Mm, darling, you handle wood quite perfectly. You do not need to worry.” He winks, smirking as he collects his own axe, trailing after Danta to watch him start hacking at a tree. He’s got a good handle on it as far as the Halovian Native ™ is concerned, and he steps back, offering playful encouragement until the tree starts to sag – snow falling off in rivers until it collapses with a crack that echoes through the surrounding area.
Asta steps up, here, cleaning and hacking away the branches before he gets started on the meat of the trunk with his own axe. “See? I was never concerned, love.” He touts proudly, bouncing his brows as he steals a glance toward the Maverick.
It makes it easy to get to the woods with feeling as though no time had passed at all.
Once they reach the trees designated, the butcher hands Danta the axe with a small grin. “Mm, darling, you handle wood quite perfectly. You do not need to worry.” He winks, smirking as he collects his own axe, trailing after Danta to watch him start hacking at a tree. He’s got a good handle on it as far as the Halovian Native ™ is concerned, and he steps back, offering playful encouragement until the tree starts to sag – snow falling off in rivers until it collapses with a crack that echoes through the surrounding area.
Asta steps up, here, cleaning and hacking away the branches before he gets started on the meat of the trunk with his own axe. “See? I was never concerned, love.” He touts proudly, bouncing his brows as he steals a glance toward the Maverick.
Astaroth
// i'm the one who pulls all the strings, son //
