// day breaks sorrow //
Nodding his understanding, Asta’s grin remains as the shadows continue to play, floating and dancing with each shift of flame from the bonfire. Having not wanted to fully interrupt Niki from his reading, he notes that he doesn’t seem too upset about the interruption as the answer comes – the butcher nodding his agreement. “Flora is wonderful, isn’t she.” It comes out more of a statement than a question, a knowing look flickering across his face (and in the smiling shadow that appears in the stretch of sand between them).
“Oh, terribly so. Far too much snow.” He laments, the dramatics making him sink into the beach chair a bit more, even as his ashen tipped tail flicks comfortably close to the bonfire, dipping into the flame itself. “It is not so bad indoors, however, I have admittedly spent much of the season asleep.” The quiet chuckle leaves him, shoulders shrugging. “And then Danta and I received the invitation here for this and had to see what the buzz was about.” And truth be told, Torchline’s LongNight party was so far amazing. The lack of snow also helps.
“How have your projects been coming along?” Not necessarily the ones he’s been tinkering with off and on to sell, but the necromancy aspect of his magic. Because obviously that’s the one the butcher latched onto the most.
“Oh, terribly so. Far too much snow.” He laments, the dramatics making him sink into the beach chair a bit more, even as his ashen tipped tail flicks comfortably close to the bonfire, dipping into the flame itself. “It is not so bad indoors, however, I have admittedly spent much of the season asleep.” The quiet chuckle leaves him, shoulders shrugging. “And then Danta and I received the invitation here for this and had to see what the buzz was about.” And truth be told, Torchline’s LongNight party was so far amazing. The lack of snow also helps.
“How have your projects been coming along?” Not necessarily the ones he’s been tinkering with off and on to sell, but the necromancy aspect of his magic. Because obviously that’s the one the butcher latched onto the most.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
