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
His question is answered with the quiet perusal of everything they’ve made so far. And without one that stuck out to the Warden, Asta watches in quiet amusement and silent awe once more as the golden glow returns to Deimos’ hands. He finally has time to settle now, too, his own hands slowing on his carving to watch the bell come to life. Dark and silver, cold like the stones at the bottom of the Sea of Glass, etched with the silhouette of the Citadel and everything else blooming out of it to wind around the bell itself.
When he sets it down to inspect, Asta can’t stop himself from leaning in, peering at the quiet colorful addition of the auroras and roaming flatlands that extend out of it. “Beautiful.” The butcher compliments, glancing up at Deimos with his dark gaze, bright as if nostalgic for all of these Halovian things he hasn’t seen in such a long time. “Is that what the Citadel looks like now?” He asks, having seen it in passing in illustrations and what not, but figuring he might as well ask the man himself who ruled it.
When he sets it down to inspect, Asta can’t stop himself from leaning in, peering at the quiet colorful addition of the auroras and roaming flatlands that extend out of it. “Beautiful.” The butcher compliments, glancing up at Deimos with his dark gaze, bright as if nostalgic for all of these Halovian things he hasn’t seen in such a long time. “Is that what the Citadel looks like now?” He asks, having seen it in passing in illustrations and what not, but figuring he might as well ask the man himself who ruled it.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
