Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
“She is, yes.” He hums softly, his smile brightening a touch to see her rack through all of the names she knew. The one that slips from her lips has him chuckling softly, inclining his head in both agreement and confirmation. “Indeed it does. You may call me Asta if you like.” He offers, in case it was easier for her to say than his whole name.
But as she begins to lean forward, her question and gaze flicking to his scars have him keeping that smile on his face even if it was a bold question he isn’t sure quite how to answer. “No, no. My scars were placed before I became Ancient, as it turns out.” He hums, eyeing her curiously in case she didn’t know he hadn’t been born Ancient.
He asks for the book shortly after, though, and with her agreement he helps her slide the book over to his lap. Taking it into his hands, the butcher reaches into his coat pocket and finds a small feather, popping it in so they don’t lose their place as he flits through the rest of the book. He ends at the vein structure rather than the organs and bones and tilts it toward Knell with a grin. “These are also important to know.”
But as she begins to lean forward, her question and gaze flicking to his scars have him keeping that smile on his face even if it was a bold question he isn’t sure quite how to answer. “No, no. My scars were placed before I became Ancient, as it turns out.” He hums, eyeing her curiously in case she didn’t know he hadn’t been born Ancient.
He asks for the book shortly after, though, and with her agreement he helps her slide the book over to his lap. Taking it into his hands, the butcher reaches into his coat pocket and finds a small feather, popping it in so they don’t lose their place as he flits through the rest of the book. He ends at the vein structure rather than the organs and bones and tilts it toward Knell with a grin. “These are also important to know.”
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
