// we haven't won, and if we win, //
He does read between the lines, seeing the accomplishment take place mere seconds after the moments of jealousy he’d caught in her gaze. He takes it either way, a warm laugh leaving him, tail twitching this way and that with his amusement. “Mhm. Well, it just so happens I know you quite well and I could have let you continue struggling.” To her cocky smirk, Asta flashes the captain a knowing, too sharp grin.
The smile stays perfectly in place even as she’d likely note the way his dark gaze — made black in the shadow — tracks the bruising on her face. It’s quickly noted and put away in precise timing to let her snatch the book from his clutches, snorting softly. “Oh come now, darling, that is a low hanging branch. You can do better than that.” Though it does inspire another low hum of a laugh from him, the exasperation dramatized as his hand reaches for his heart to cover it and sigh wearily.
It’s an act that drops almost immediately upon her congratulations and the tap to his waistcoat, his tail flicking in delight. “Thank you. I am admittedly glad that part is over.” Puffing out his cheeks as if the tension that had been there weeks ago could still find a way to get out, he twists toward the seating space, claiming another book or two as he steps over to the table to sit at, pulling a chair away from it for her before he sits in the one beside it. “Dare I say you have an interesting style of makeup and hair today?” He knows her face isn’t makeup, he knows a healing bruise when he sees one, and he’s certain the last time they talked she’d not been blonde, but it leaves the floor open for her to answer if she wants to.
The smile stays perfectly in place even as she’d likely note the way his dark gaze — made black in the shadow — tracks the bruising on her face. It’s quickly noted and put away in precise timing to let her snatch the book from his clutches, snorting softly. “Oh come now, darling, that is a low hanging branch. You can do better than that.” Though it does inspire another low hum of a laugh from him, the exasperation dramatized as his hand reaches for his heart to cover it and sigh wearily.
It’s an act that drops almost immediately upon her congratulations and the tap to his waistcoat, his tail flicking in delight. “Thank you. I am admittedly glad that part is over.” Puffing out his cheeks as if the tension that had been there weeks ago could still find a way to get out, he twists toward the seating space, claiming another book or two as he steps over to the table to sit at, pulling a chair away from it for her before he sits in the one beside it. “Dare I say you have an interesting style of makeup and hair today?” He knows her face isn’t makeup, he knows a healing bruise when he sees one, and he’s certain the last time they talked she’d not been blonde, but it leaves the floor open for her to answer if she wants to.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
