Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
“You always did try to get the last word.” He drawls as they walk and try to evade the rain, warming their hands in the fire he’s created. Holding it out for Danta to do the same, the mud slowly starts to fall away from their fingers from the heat and rain that sizzles and hisses as it collides with the ball of fire.
Humming a note of agreement, the butcher focuses on the stairs with his still muddy boots, scowling at one of the enemies he harbors here as they scurry down the steps. Making it without any further incident, the dark haired Ancient wastes little time focusing immediately on the shortest path toward the Dusklight, even as Danta evades the puddles. The butcher cares little for it — already a mess as he is.
“Thank Dygra,” He breathes alongside Danta as he reaches the door, swinging it open to let his lover in first, already ready to be on his heels for the march inside. The heat is vibrant already, pulsing with the movement of bodies and the fireplace and bodies within and already Asta feels better even as they get quite a few longing looks as they emerge, muddy and handsome despite the fact they look like drowned rats.
Casting a glance to the bartender, it’s with that same too sharp smile and flick of his tail that he rumbles a “do not start.” As they pass by, more than willing to leave them to handle it while they clean up. Besides, he isn’t too sure that he could manage it from the soreness in his muscles. “I miss Flora’s hot tub already.” He whines to Danta’s back.
Humming a note of agreement, the butcher focuses on the stairs with his still muddy boots, scowling at one of the enemies he harbors here as they scurry down the steps. Making it without any further incident, the dark haired Ancient wastes little time focusing immediately on the shortest path toward the Dusklight, even as Danta evades the puddles. The butcher cares little for it — already a mess as he is.
“Thank Dygra,” He breathes alongside Danta as he reaches the door, swinging it open to let his lover in first, already ready to be on his heels for the march inside. The heat is vibrant already, pulsing with the movement of bodies and the fireplace and bodies within and already Asta feels better even as they get quite a few longing looks as they emerge, muddy and handsome despite the fact they look like drowned rats.
Casting a glance to the bartender, it’s with that same too sharp smile and flick of his tail that he rumbles a “do not start.” As they pass by, more than willing to leave them to handle it while they clean up. Besides, he isn’t too sure that he could manage it from the soreness in his muscles. “I miss Flora’s hot tub already.” He whines to Danta’s back.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
