Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
If the confines and heat of the office bother Kaisel, Asta finds he doesn’t particularly care to make them more manageable for the younger man – but he does lower the flames until it’s an easy rumble of heat. This part of the building avoids much of the heat of Longheat anyway, tucked away and shaded and as close to the bottom of the building as possible. It does begin to cool marginally as the flames die down and Kaisel’s busying himself looking around.
Both their eyes lock on the golden heat source at about the same time – something new he hasn’t expected on the shelf of his office but flashing Kaisel a bright grin of agreement. “Thank you.” He steps over to collect it, pocketing it to inspect it later and making sure that it appears like he’d anticipated it being on the shelf and he’d merely forgotten he’d left it there.
Listening as Kaisel explains the first task of the day, Asta’s grin sharpens a touch as he tilts his head, nodding. “Alright, let’s see, shall we?” He hums, taking the glass orb in his palms as he begins to think about his favorite memories with Flora. One in particular sticks out, the time his deepest secret had been told to Flora and she’d accepted him anyway, shifting to the time they’d spoken after she’d hunted with him just last Leafchange and they’d had a very deep and lovely conversation shortly after he’d sated his bloodlust. One that he thinks had helped her as much as it had helped himself.
Asta thinks about this memory first quit wasting the sunlight and it shifts to this one [Training] a conversation about identity after their training at the end of their hunt.
Both their eyes lock on the golden heat source at about the same time – something new he hasn’t expected on the shelf of his office but flashing Kaisel a bright grin of agreement. “Thank you.” He steps over to collect it, pocketing it to inspect it later and making sure that it appears like he’d anticipated it being on the shelf and he’d merely forgotten he’d left it there.
Listening as Kaisel explains the first task of the day, Asta’s grin sharpens a touch as he tilts his head, nodding. “Alright, let’s see, shall we?” He hums, taking the glass orb in his palms as he begins to think about his favorite memories with Flora. One in particular sticks out, the time his deepest secret had been told to Flora and she’d accepted him anyway, shifting to the time they’d spoken after she’d hunted with him just last Leafchange and they’d had a very deep and lovely conversation shortly after he’d sated his bloodlust. One that he thinks had helped her as much as it had helped himself.
Asta thinks about this memory first quit wasting the sunlight and it shifts to this one [Training] a conversation about identity after their training at the end of their hunt.
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
