// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
The shark tooth grin he shoots Niki’s way is as good of a you’re welcome as he gets before he’s snagging a chair for himself to come and set down at the table and slip into. He notes the way the cane vanishes, clear appreciation in the craftsmanship of it even if he didn’t have the opportunity to upgrade his into something unique like that.
Instead, Asta’s hangs off the edge of the table with a touch of menacing flare — the fire reflecting off the hard blade that with just the press of a button becomes flexible and broken up like a terribly sharp whip.
He doesn’t focus on it as he tries to find the most suitable bone to use for this gift, nodding his agreement as Niki says it will work. He draws it back toward him, running his fingers along the smooth surface of the bone before he snags a thin piece of charcoal set aside on the table, marking out where the handle will end for the blade before he can get started on the design, looking up to catch Niki’s suggestion and offer him a pleased little grin. “That would be perfect, darling. Let me sketch out the general idea, but it shall not take me long to carve out by any means.” He hums, the charcoal twirling between his fingers before he descends into the scene.
The charcoal moves across the bone with practiced ease, evident he’s done this many times before. His design slowly comes to life, like it’s a cut out from the climb, a gore crow with its wings spread to a backdrop of volcanos and a bright sun. Each mark makes it seem as if it’ll be carved out inversely from how he usually would, so that Niki’s gold addition would make the bone pop even more as the backdrop and the shadow.
Instead, Asta’s hangs off the edge of the table with a touch of menacing flare — the fire reflecting off the hard blade that with just the press of a button becomes flexible and broken up like a terribly sharp whip.
He doesn’t focus on it as he tries to find the most suitable bone to use for this gift, nodding his agreement as Niki says it will work. He draws it back toward him, running his fingers along the smooth surface of the bone before he snags a thin piece of charcoal set aside on the table, marking out where the handle will end for the blade before he can get started on the design, looking up to catch Niki’s suggestion and offer him a pleased little grin. “That would be perfect, darling. Let me sketch out the general idea, but it shall not take me long to carve out by any means.” He hums, the charcoal twirling between his fingers before he descends into the scene.
The charcoal moves across the bone with practiced ease, evident he’s done this many times before. His design slowly comes to life, like it’s a cut out from the climb, a gore crow with its wings spread to a backdrop of volcanos and a bright sun. Each mark makes it seem as if it’ll be carved out inversely from how he usually would, so that Niki’s gold addition would make the bone pop even more as the backdrop and the shadow.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
