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
If there’s one thing the butcher thinks he can do, is that he can be the pillar of support that Flora may need here and there. And while she doesn’t seem to need it all that often – not outright, it never hurts to hear it unbidden. When you don’t have to ask to hear it, and Asta tries to pay special attention to those moments.
Such as now, as his good arm slips around her and tucks her in, watching sidelong as she plays with the bubbles that appear between her fingers from the jets that are doing Caido’s work to heal his aching body. It works incredibly, and the butcher realizes he likely hasn’t felt this relaxed and limber in years (give or take a few centuries as a gargoyle), and uses that to focus on her as she makes a suggestion that’s really something he’ll chastise himself later for not thinking of first.
“Mm, thank Dygra for you and your thoughts, darling.” The butcher purrs, shooting her a vibrant and shark-toothed grin. “That is a wonderful idea. Perhaps I will ask for one once I am finished with my current quest.” Which given the state of himself over the past few seasons had slipped his mind. He’ll have to make it up to Dygra one way or another (perhaps his hunt with Danta can also share part of that burden).
When she huffs at the mention of Sunjata, though, Asta’s laugh is deep and charmed. “I know, right?” He breathes through and amused sigh, his grin still bright as he sinks back into the hot tub so his back rests fully against the back of the hot tub, his tail flicking back and forth under the water and brushing against the Doubletake’s legs on occasion.
But then she mentions that she doesn’t think she could offer something like that to Kai and he tilts his horned head to peer at her curiously when she meets his gaze in return, her bright aqua ones harboring a bright gleam of curiosity in whether or not it bothered him, which is a question he’s asked himself a lot over the past few seasons.
“It was worse for me at first.” He starts off, looking away from her as if he’s thinking about just how to explain it. “I think our libidos are more aligned in Leafchange these days than any other times. So it was.. an adjustment. And I believed I would be fine with it at first, which turned out to be a little less than ideal. It was not his fault, of course, but it was a conversation after.” Humming a thoughtful note as he recollects the conversation. “There are those that I am willing to share with and be near, but it is better for me to not be around if he wishes to indulge on his own.” He shrugs lightly, casually, turning his attention back over toward her. “It is different with you, of course, given our history.”
Such as now, as his good arm slips around her and tucks her in, watching sidelong as she plays with the bubbles that appear between her fingers from the jets that are doing Caido’s work to heal his aching body. It works incredibly, and the butcher realizes he likely hasn’t felt this relaxed and limber in years (give or take a few centuries as a gargoyle), and uses that to focus on her as she makes a suggestion that’s really something he’ll chastise himself later for not thinking of first.
“Mm, thank Dygra for you and your thoughts, darling.” The butcher purrs, shooting her a vibrant and shark-toothed grin. “That is a wonderful idea. Perhaps I will ask for one once I am finished with my current quest.” Which given the state of himself over the past few seasons had slipped his mind. He’ll have to make it up to Dygra one way or another (perhaps his hunt with Danta can also share part of that burden).
When she huffs at the mention of Sunjata, though, Asta’s laugh is deep and charmed. “I know, right?” He breathes through and amused sigh, his grin still bright as he sinks back into the hot tub so his back rests fully against the back of the hot tub, his tail flicking back and forth under the water and brushing against the Doubletake’s legs on occasion.
But then she mentions that she doesn’t think she could offer something like that to Kai and he tilts his horned head to peer at her curiously when she meets his gaze in return, her bright aqua ones harboring a bright gleam of curiosity in whether or not it bothered him, which is a question he’s asked himself a lot over the past few seasons.
“It was worse for me at first.” He starts off, looking away from her as if he’s thinking about just how to explain it. “I think our libidos are more aligned in Leafchange these days than any other times. So it was.. an adjustment. And I believed I would be fine with it at first, which turned out to be a little less than ideal. It was not his fault, of course, but it was a conversation after.” Humming a thoughtful note as he recollects the conversation. “There are those that I am willing to share with and be near, but it is better for me to not be around if he wishes to indulge on his own.” He shrugs lightly, casually, turning his attention back over toward her. “It is different with you, of course, given our history.”
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
