we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
“I have been requested some seasonal designs. Snowflakes, trees, snowmen.. things of that nature.” The butcher offers toward Deimos with a bright and sharp smile. “However, seeing as you are the Warden of the snowiest land, I am happy to have any options you decide may reflect it better.” Collaboration, of course. Giving the bare bones of ideas before letting Deimos run away with some ideas of his own.
As the bones are drawn out and sorted through, Asta picks a few that would work for the shape of the ones he wants to work with, snagging the chisel and getting to work rounding it out in flakes of bone he ensures gets nowhere near the child in the carrier. “I do miss Halo at times. The sunrise over the snow was always something special.” He admits for idle chatter, letting his dark gaze flit over toward Deimos in the interim before he’s complimenting the jacket.
A soft laugh leaves him, nodding to the idea of Danta benefitting from it. “He most certainly does. It is all he wears during Deepfrost if we must venture outside.” And he thinks at this point to part him from it would be like taking his tail away. “I did not realize you made Kiada’s as well. It is quite a lovely thing, as well.” He hums, finally getting the bone into a round shape, before he uses some scorch magic to burnish the outside and make it a little drier and easier to cut a line through it so he can start carving out the interior.
As the bones are drawn out and sorted through, Asta picks a few that would work for the shape of the ones he wants to work with, snagging the chisel and getting to work rounding it out in flakes of bone he ensures gets nowhere near the child in the carrier. “I do miss Halo at times. The sunrise over the snow was always something special.” He admits for idle chatter, letting his dark gaze flit over toward Deimos in the interim before he’s complimenting the jacket.
A soft laugh leaves him, nodding to the idea of Danta benefitting from it. “He most certainly does. It is all he wears during Deepfrost if we must venture outside.” And he thinks at this point to part him from it would be like taking his tail away. “I did not realize you made Kiada’s as well. It is quite a lovely thing, as well.” He hums, finally getting the bone into a round shape, before he uses some scorch magic to burnish the outside and make it a little drier and easier to cut a line through it so he can start carving out the interior.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
