// you know that this could be your last day here on earth //
Distracted only from the warm up as he watches the lizard vanish into the underground, little specks of dust flare up from the snorfle that Danta soon does after – and if there was an equivalent to an amused reptile, the butcher’s broad face would show as such. Catlike as he returns back to his side, Asta huffs a smoky breath as he nuzzles the Maverick back, then watches with easy appreciation as he leaps skyward and those long wings catch the sunlight, painting the ground in a hue of black and orange.
Right. He seems to tell himself, almost as if he consistently forgets how much Danta has an affinity for the air. Envious for having spent his entire life grounded, the butcher utilizes that quiet jealousy and the boon of protectiveness to guide him into handing the reins over to the dragon in his blood – mirroring Danta enough now that he, too, aims for the sky. He’s bulkier, more muscle than graceful in this shift, so it takes more movement before he can leap toward the sky, his long wings snapping out and beating a few extra times to drag him into the sky.
Eventually, though, he evens out right around Danta’s height in the sky – seeing the desert down below from this high. It’s clear he has practiced in the inbetween since finding this shift and now, but still not nearly enough to not seem a smidge clumsy in the air. At least he doesn’t have to worry too much about plummeting to the ground as he had before. And once he's settled, the butcher zips a bit closer to Danta with a low roar of a thrum from his throat as a boast of pride.
Right. He seems to tell himself, almost as if he consistently forgets how much Danta has an affinity for the air. Envious for having spent his entire life grounded, the butcher utilizes that quiet jealousy and the boon of protectiveness to guide him into handing the reins over to the dragon in his blood – mirroring Danta enough now that he, too, aims for the sky. He’s bulkier, more muscle than graceful in this shift, so it takes more movement before he can leap toward the sky, his long wings snapping out and beating a few extra times to drag him into the sky.
Eventually, though, he evens out right around Danta’s height in the sky – seeing the desert down below from this high. It’s clear he has practiced in the inbetween since finding this shift and now, but still not nearly enough to not seem a smidge clumsy in the air. At least he doesn’t have to worry too much about plummeting to the ground as he had before. And once he's settled, the butcher zips a bit closer to Danta with a low roar of a thrum from his throat as a boast of pride.
Astaroth
// so buddy please, won't you smile just for me //
