now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
Taking in the soft intake of breath and the smile that blooms on his friends face, Asta turns a little toward her as she bumps him again, huffing a warm laugh as he nods. “Oh I am very much aware.” That they’re perfect for each other, that is. He winks back, though, the smile still glued to his face even as the speaking squirrel deigns to interrupt the happy news and he watches it go with a keen eye of following where it’s headed, sure he could hear the sounds of it in the underbrush as it realizes they’re not following, not immediately at least.
“After Kiada’s wedding, actually.” He’d made the mental note then, at least. “I did not figure it suited my lifestyle and most certainly not Danta’s… But, it turns out he surprised me in that he was not opposed to the idea. And besides –” he trails off, a hand waving in front of him to gesture while he speaks “—You know Danta. He loves his jewelry, why not grant him one that screams me.” He turns his head toward her more fully, his grin sharpening as the arrogance leaks out of him like a sieve.
“After Kiada’s wedding, actually.” He’d made the mental note then, at least. “I did not figure it suited my lifestyle and most certainly not Danta’s… But, it turns out he surprised me in that he was not opposed to the idea. And besides –” he trails off, a hand waving in front of him to gesture while he speaks “—You know Danta. He loves his jewelry, why not grant him one that screams me.” He turns his head toward her more fully, his grin sharpening as the arrogance leaks out of him like a sieve.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
