// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
As per usual, Asta has no lanterns that he brings with him to the Festival of Lights. And as per usual, he hangs around the outskirts, snatching up snacks that are small enough to be able to fit through the muzzle he’d had Dantalion's help putting on just so he wouldn’t have the opportunity to lose himself completely. He’s doing his best to be here, obviously, one hand practically superglued to Danta’s hip.
He watches the proceedings with a calculating focus, his attention span flitting from person to person and sneaking a piece of a lemon tart through the bars of the muzzle so he can nibble on it. He spots Flora and Kaisel in the distance, granting them a nod even as his fingers tighten a touch against his fiance’s hip, his engagement ring glinting in the lantern light.
Asta brings no lanterns!
He watches the proceedings with a calculating focus, his attention span flitting from person to person and sneaking a piece of a lemon tart through the bars of the muzzle so he can nibble on it. He spots Flora and Kaisel in the distance, granting them a nod even as his fingers tighten a touch against his fiance’s hip, his engagement ring glinting in the lantern light.
Asta brings no lanterns!
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
