Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
“Yes.” Asta hums with a laugh of amusement, relaxing slightly as she starts to take in the information in regards to how much blood sat in their veins. But the conversation shifts as she starts to pinpoint the good spaces one might utilize bloodbane, and for that the butcher is pleased with how she’s picked up on this little lesson. “I do agree.” He murmurs, because there was nothing worse than the possibility of accidentally drawing too much blood from yourself in a fight rendering you essentially useless.
But then she’s peering up into his face, leaning closer, the book forgotten for a moment. Her question brings a twitch of amusement to his lips. “I also have Scorch, Peter Pan, and Haunt.” He explains – no dart! like her mother and his fiancé had, though it would be lovely at times to have that ability. The butcher wasn’t one for swift or agile movements, more prone to brute force rather than elusive evading. “Do you have any magic yet?”
But then she’s peering up into his face, leaning closer, the book forgotten for a moment. Her question brings a twitch of amusement to his lips. “I also have Scorch, Peter Pan, and Haunt.” He explains – no dart! like her mother and his fiancé had, though it would be lovely at times to have that ability. The butcher wasn’t one for swift or agile movements, more prone to brute force rather than elusive evading. “Do you have any magic yet?”
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
