If you're standing in the cold out of fear your flaws will show
“It would certainly appear so.” The butcher hums, squinting over into the darkened sky and down the beach for her, illuminated only by the bonfires dotting the sands to try and pinpoint the black dragon. His arm remains draped around Danta’s shoulders, the warm fabric of his sleeve seeping more warmth from his body heat into the other Ancient. It’s cold here — not as cold as back home, but still colder than he expected even if he was fully prepared for it.
With their bags dropped off and the bulk of their winter wear exchanged for something more comfortable but still warm, Asta keeps the little balls of fire illuminating the dark crown of his horns, like little candlelight fires upon each tine — made a bit more heavy and pointed thanks to his haunt, alongside a shadow that follows them a touch too smiley for their own good, giving off the appearance of daggers.
The butcher himself, however, loosens his hold on Danta for him to greet the Queen, before he’s sweeping into place to give her his own greeting – a kiss to her cheek and a squeeze of her hand. “Hello Flora, darling.” He hums before nodding his agreement in gratitude for the invite. “There are only so many times one can prowl around the Dusklight during LongNight before it gets rather dull.” All that to say that everyone there had been on their best behavior and he’d had very little work to actually do at all.
The sharp grin he shoots Flora’s way says as much.
With their bags dropped off and the bulk of their winter wear exchanged for something more comfortable but still warm, Asta keeps the little balls of fire illuminating the dark crown of his horns, like little candlelight fires upon each tine — made a bit more heavy and pointed thanks to his haunt, alongside a shadow that follows them a touch too smiley for their own good, giving off the appearance of daggers.
The butcher himself, however, loosens his hold on Danta for him to greet the Queen, before he’s sweeping into place to give her his own greeting – a kiss to her cheek and a squeeze of her hand. “Hello Flora, darling.” He hums before nodding his agreement in gratitude for the invite. “There are only so many times one can prowl around the Dusklight during LongNight before it gets rather dull.” All that to say that everyone there had been on their best behavior and he’d had very little work to actually do at all.
The sharp grin he shoots Flora’s way says as much.
Astaroth
We can live out where the warmth is 'til our names are etched in stone
