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
The question slips from the butcher’s lips, studying the bell and the differences in what he recalls from a Halo made centuries ago, the spaces he wouldn’t dare to find himself venturing to even back then but would often admire from afar. But Deimos takes it a step further, painting the pictures of everything into the air and Asta sits back to take in the show. “Beautiful.” Asta murmurs, the tip of his tail twitching as he watches the Citadel begin to fade, shifting to council buildings and the starlit hot springs.
He nods along with those, wondering if the hot springs healing might harbor the same star-tingling in one’s bones that Safrin’s healing had sparked in his not that terribly long ago, but the butcher keeps that question locked behind his sharpened teeth. “I have heard of them, yes.” He pauses, taking in the show. He wasn’t used to greenery when it came to Halo, such that he only knew when he’d passed Halo’s borders back then when he did find greenery at the edges of the permafrost of the region.
“My, it certainly has changed quite a bit, hasn’t it?” He asks, looking up at Deimos with a grin. "Perhaps with the help of the jacket, Danta and I may be able to come and witness it all for ourselves without becoming part of the decor." A low laugh leaves him with the comment, tail flicking contently behind him. "Are there still cultists within Halo's borders?" He doesn't ask about Whitebrim, already knowing the answer to that, but even back in Asta's time the cultists had been a rival of their own sort.
He nods along with those, wondering if the hot springs healing might harbor the same star-tingling in one’s bones that Safrin’s healing had sparked in his not that terribly long ago, but the butcher keeps that question locked behind his sharpened teeth. “I have heard of them, yes.” He pauses, taking in the show. He wasn’t used to greenery when it came to Halo, such that he only knew when he’d passed Halo’s borders back then when he did find greenery at the edges of the permafrost of the region.
“My, it certainly has changed quite a bit, hasn’t it?” He asks, looking up at Deimos with a grin. "Perhaps with the help of the jacket, Danta and I may be able to come and witness it all for ourselves without becoming part of the decor." A low laugh leaves him with the comment, tail flicking contently behind him. "Are there still cultists within Halo's borders?" He doesn't ask about Whitebrim, already knowing the answer to that, but even back in Asta's time the cultists had been a rival of their own sort.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
