// we haven't won, and if we win, //
“That would be far more trouble, I am sure.” The butcher says with a warm laugh of agreement to the fact that he wouldn’t want to have to do the repairs to the Dusklight should something happen. Not when it would be much easier to use the rage room for anything that might be completely destructive only so they wouldn’t need to be stuck spending their honeymoon cleaning up the Grounds.
Focusing on the idea of flowers instead, he spies her amusement as she tells him she isn’t one to ask about it – something to which he playfully rolls his eyes to her for despite the grin that still lingers on his face to the ghost of hers. “Red and black, I imagine, would suit yours.” He drawls, his tail twitching back and forth with the thought. He can’t imagine her getting married and he’s sure that she couldn’t see it either.
Truthfully, he hadn’t ever expected it to be an option either. But here he was.
Drawing silent while he makes notes and shares little tidbits, he perks up when she mentions calling Dygra, raising his brow curiously. “Oh I am certain she would.” He agrees, unless it was like the last bloodmoon festival, in which case Asta had very much ruined the night for Danta when Kaisel had brought out his full Haunt. “Though I have been contemplating asking Danta whether he’d like for her to join in on the actual ceremony.” Perhaps she’d like to come to both, or perhaps Danta had his own preference.
Either way, it leaves him sitting there for a moment in thought before he scribbles it down, too.
Focusing on the idea of flowers instead, he spies her amusement as she tells him she isn’t one to ask about it – something to which he playfully rolls his eyes to her for despite the grin that still lingers on his face to the ghost of hers. “Red and black, I imagine, would suit yours.” He drawls, his tail twitching back and forth with the thought. He can’t imagine her getting married and he’s sure that she couldn’t see it either.
Truthfully, he hadn’t ever expected it to be an option either. But here he was.
Drawing silent while he makes notes and shares little tidbits, he perks up when she mentions calling Dygra, raising his brow curiously. “Oh I am certain she would.” He agrees, unless it was like the last bloodmoon festival, in which case Asta had very much ruined the night for Danta when Kaisel had brought out his full Haunt. “Though I have been contemplating asking Danta whether he’d like for her to join in on the actual ceremony.” Perhaps she’d like to come to both, or perhaps Danta had his own preference.
Either way, it leaves him sitting there for a moment in thought before he scribbles it down, too.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
