// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
Nodding slightly as he lowers the drink he’d taken a sip of through the straw placed in the spaces his muzzle allows, Asta snorts and offers his agreement. “I think so, too.” He got along pretty well with it’s demigod, with all the chaos she provides wherever they are – the quite little bits of chaos he’d also sewn with her. He can see her briefly before the lanterns start to blot out, leaving one lit next to the blonde he asks his fiancé if she’s who he thinks she is.
Leaning in a little more toward him as if he might have a better vantage point, withdrawing only as he shrugs because he finds he doesn’t recognize the man that steps from the lit lantern, nor does he find he cares that much about it. And with the nudge and proceeding offer, the butcher shoots Danta a shark-toothed grin. “It is my favorite.” He purrs, tail twitching as he tempers down the need to wag it, collecting the little plate of sweets he’s picked out (and added a variety of meats and cheeses to for Danta, because he knows he won’t eat all the sweets he intends to indulge in). “After you, darling.” Releasing him only to make sure he can hold the plate and the drink, he nevertheless stays essentially glued at Danta’s side toward the boughs Danta’d nodded toward.
Leaning in a little more toward him as if he might have a better vantage point, withdrawing only as he shrugs because he finds he doesn’t recognize the man that steps from the lit lantern, nor does he find he cares that much about it. And with the nudge and proceeding offer, the butcher shoots Danta a shark-toothed grin. “It is my favorite.” He purrs, tail twitching as he tempers down the need to wag it, collecting the little plate of sweets he’s picked out (and added a variety of meats and cheeses to for Danta, because he knows he won’t eat all the sweets he intends to indulge in). “After you, darling.” Releasing him only to make sure he can hold the plate and the drink, he nevertheless stays essentially glued at Danta’s side toward the boughs Danta’d nodded toward.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
