// don't you fight my hold on you //
Prepped and ready for the day, the butcher seems almost a bit too excited to get it underway. After the events of the season had sent him in what was essentially a recovery mode, Asta was lucky that his plan hadn’t been interrupted too terribly long. After all, it wasn’t like the prisoner was going to go anywhere unless he said so.
With everything in motion, it’s to the Outer Brambles, over the variety of bone bridges illuminated by the dawn and caked in mud that still seemed to be everywhere. Today is better already, though, with the sun fending off the fog of the morning, bleeding it away slowly as Asta guides Danta to the starting spot. Everything is kept hidden, but this particular spot of the Brambles was more tangled and knotted than the rest of it and most certainly not known by the prisoner on how to get out.
And the butcher himself is absolutely full of a frenzy with it – the way his tail flicks back and forth eagerly, shooting a sharp and bright grin over toward Danta as he reaches out so they stop precisely where he wants them to. “Alright, darling.” He interrupts their idle chatter about the chill in the morning or the somewhat long walk from where they’d taken a wagon from the Inner Quarter to here. “This is all for you, so have fun and destroy whatever it is you would like.” Asta will only judge if he doesn’t get to be a part of it.
His hand lifts to cup and caress his cheek, leaning in to steal a warm and long kiss with a lick of flame from his mouth, when he pulls away and flashes an old traditionally cheshire grin. “We are hunting a prisoner. One found guilty of theft and the attempted murder of a child.” His dark brows rise, leaning back on his heels to release the Maverick as his tail wags with even more excitement. “Now, he has been released just before we got here, which means he has got a head start. And, as we both know, that means little compared to the likes of you and your capabilities.” A bit of old-fashioned blood lust helps, too, he’s sure. Just as his own seems to be chomping at the bit, especially with the idea of finally indulging in something that wasn’t traditional food-meats. “So, what do you say?”
With everything in motion, it’s to the Outer Brambles, over the variety of bone bridges illuminated by the dawn and caked in mud that still seemed to be everywhere. Today is better already, though, with the sun fending off the fog of the morning, bleeding it away slowly as Asta guides Danta to the starting spot. Everything is kept hidden, but this particular spot of the Brambles was more tangled and knotted than the rest of it and most certainly not known by the prisoner on how to get out.
And the butcher himself is absolutely full of a frenzy with it – the way his tail flicks back and forth eagerly, shooting a sharp and bright grin over toward Danta as he reaches out so they stop precisely where he wants them to. “Alright, darling.” He interrupts their idle chatter about the chill in the morning or the somewhat long walk from where they’d taken a wagon from the Inner Quarter to here. “This is all for you, so have fun and destroy whatever it is you would like.” Asta will only judge if he doesn’t get to be a part of it.
His hand lifts to cup and caress his cheek, leaning in to steal a warm and long kiss with a lick of flame from his mouth, when he pulls away and flashes an old traditionally cheshire grin. “We are hunting a prisoner. One found guilty of theft and the attempted murder of a child.” His dark brows rise, leaning back on his heels to release the Maverick as his tail wags with even more excitement. “Now, he has been released just before we got here, which means he has got a head start. And, as we both know, that means little compared to the likes of you and your capabilities.” A bit of old-fashioned blood lust helps, too, he’s sure. Just as his own seems to be chomping at the bit, especially with the idea of finally indulging in something that wasn’t traditional food-meats. “So, what do you say?”
Astaroth
// pour the gasoline, strike your match on me //
