Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
“Thank you, darling.” Asta says with a warm laugh to hear her surprise, the outburst that he doesn’t look that old paired with the realization that her mother doesn’t look that old either, something he inclines his head to in agreement. “Your mother is older than me, but we were both asleep for a while up until recently.” His voice drops a little like it’s a secret, playful in the way he draws back and appraises the youth with amusement.
Her question of whether they worshipped together is one that has him smiling a touch softer. “Only the past few years. Not back then, unfortunately. Your mother would have made it far more bearable.” With her chipperness and happiness, it would have been leagues better than the Climb that he knew, even if he wasn’t entirely opposed to the Climb how he had found it.
As for the books, though, Asta regards the book in question as she says she likes this one – which meant anatomy and the way they worked together seemed to spark her interest. So he nods, taking her eagerness to learn as a good sign. “May I see the book?” He asks, not reaching over to take it from her, but asking for her permission first.
Her question of whether they worshipped together is one that has him smiling a touch softer. “Only the past few years. Not back then, unfortunately. Your mother would have made it far more bearable.” With her chipperness and happiness, it would have been leagues better than the Climb that he knew, even if he wasn’t entirely opposed to the Climb how he had found it.
As for the books, though, Asta regards the book in question as she says she likes this one – which meant anatomy and the way they worked together seemed to spark her interest. So he nods, taking her eagerness to learn as a good sign. “May I see the book?” He asks, not reaching over to take it from her, but asking for her permission first.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
