reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
He drinks it in, watching from the confines of the bar like a cat spying a bird just outside the window. His tail twitches in those shallow flicks all while he listens for Danta’s answer — after all, the Maverick does hold the butcher’s leash (all year but this season especially). There shouldn’t be too much danger, given he will be trying his damndest to be his best self while also being a stag confined in a man’s body with far too much interest in a brawl.
His cocktail is set down after one more long sip, feeling the buzz and burn of it settle in his chest, turning back to Danta to shoot him a grin behind the metal cage of the muzzle and reaches up for an affectionate ruffle of his blonde hair before he’s slinking out from the bar.
There isn’t that much theatrics on the walk over, despite the sharp figure Asta cuts as he heads straight over to Flora’s other side, but for those paying attention, they’ll spy the shadows that dance at his heels before extending like terrible little ghouls out toward Colt once he finally settles beside the birthday girl herself.
“Everything alright, darling?” He asks in a rich tone, one that harbors a barely there dual tonality. He doesn’t look at Flora so much as he stares at Colt, loosening a bit of his haunt for emphasis. His eyes are completely black now, the sclera swallowed by the darkness with the rapid and occasional flicker of a human skull overcoming his features the longer one looks at him. His grin remains sharp — even sharper, given the too sharp teeth are now needle pointed and curved and far too many of them to be anything close to comforting. It’s just enough to not spook the vast majority of those in attendance (his fiancé included) but enough to get the point across, he thinks.
And like the good bouncer and attack dog he is, he looms at the Queen’s side on his surprisingly absolutely best behavior for her signal, even if his shadows continue to stretch out toward Colt in their own silent threat.
Asta is at Flora’s side, happy to intervene if needed!
His cocktail is set down after one more long sip, feeling the buzz and burn of it settle in his chest, turning back to Danta to shoot him a grin behind the metal cage of the muzzle and reaches up for an affectionate ruffle of his blonde hair before he’s slinking out from the bar.
There isn’t that much theatrics on the walk over, despite the sharp figure Asta cuts as he heads straight over to Flora’s other side, but for those paying attention, they’ll spy the shadows that dance at his heels before extending like terrible little ghouls out toward Colt once he finally settles beside the birthday girl herself.
“Everything alright, darling?” He asks in a rich tone, one that harbors a barely there dual tonality. He doesn’t look at Flora so much as he stares at Colt, loosening a bit of his haunt for emphasis. His eyes are completely black now, the sclera swallowed by the darkness with the rapid and occasional flicker of a human skull overcoming his features the longer one looks at him. His grin remains sharp — even sharper, given the too sharp teeth are now needle pointed and curved and far too many of them to be anything close to comforting. It’s just enough to not spook the vast majority of those in attendance (his fiancé included) but enough to get the point across, he thinks.
And like the good bouncer and attack dog he is, he looms at the Queen’s side on his surprisingly absolutely best behavior for her signal, even if his shadows continue to stretch out toward Colt in their own silent threat.
Asta is at Flora’s side, happy to intervene if needed!
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
