// don't you fight my hold on you //
She winks up at him and the butcher shoots her a playful grin in return – knowing her well enough to know she wouldn’t utilize it on him lest she want to come away with far more than she asked for. But he’s ready to leave the thought of the Blood Moon behind, focused instead on the glamour he puts up, the way the fire above him in the umbrella he’s crafted reflects against the glimmer of shiny, dark hair with absolutely zero horns to speak of.
“That is objectively not true—” He starts to interject, cut off at the same time when the blobs of mud start to move. The high five and the chest bump have him incredibly confused, his brows pinching as he stares at it as it grows larger like some kind of awful dirty power ranger. People scatter and Asta’s head tilts as he lifts the cane again, prepping to utilize it should he need to.
She pulls at the fire that he has above them, and he watches as it dampens and sizzles against the side of the mud creature sluggishly making their way toward him. He can’t help it – the laugh that leaves him, amused by how utterly stupid it was. The button of his cane is activated, the sharp multihued edge becomes limp and malleable, granting Asta a moment to pull his arm back and in a well-practiced movement, use the serrated whip portion of his cane to strike out at the creature.
“That is objectively not true—” He starts to interject, cut off at the same time when the blobs of mud start to move. The high five and the chest bump have him incredibly confused, his brows pinching as he stares at it as it grows larger like some kind of awful dirty power ranger. People scatter and Asta’s head tilts as he lifts the cane again, prepping to utilize it should he need to.
She pulls at the fire that he has above them, and he watches as it dampens and sizzles against the side of the mud creature sluggishly making their way toward him. He can’t help it – the laugh that leaves him, amused by how utterly stupid it was. The button of his cane is activated, the sharp multihued edge becomes limp and malleable, granting Asta a moment to pull his arm back and in a well-practiced movement, use the serrated whip portion of his cane to strike out at the creature.
Astaroth
// pour the gasoline, strike your match on me //
