Astaroth
// so sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke. sip the gossip, burn down your throat //
If anything, Asta knows Danta well enough to know that any kind of terrible appearance that would spark worry could be held at bay by mentioning their goddess, but he knows it still doesn’t stop the immediate reaction he gets as Danta starts to wake up even with the dramatic groan. It’s the scrub at his face before really taking him in, the concern lingering there in question regarding their dark lady. “Yes.” The Butcher hums, relaxing now that he doesn’t have to try so hard to wake his lover.
His head tilts into the hand that cups it, the branded kiss to his cheek still a touch sensitive much to his surprise – the only indicator aside from Danta going straight for it that there’s something that lingers there physically as opposed to temporary like he may have thought originally. “She summoned me to the Climb.” He starts off, his grin spreading as he reflects on it. “I saw her.” Just as Danta had that one day in the Climb, how it had been life changing in so many ways that Asta couldn’t quite relate to until this very moment. And gods if he doesn’t understand the sensation Danta had gone through when he’d come back to tell him about it.
“And she made me hers. More than I was. Her demigod.” Not the only one, given Knell, but the young Ancient was still quite young and if the sleep that had riddled him in the midst of talking to his deity had anything to say about it, things were becoming stranger as the days move on. “And that is not all that has happened.” But he hesitates, because the Butcher realizes it’s a lot for Danta to wrap his mind around and he wanted to get the biggest change out of the gate as soon as possible, unable to keep it so close to his chest lest his ego and arrogance over it suffocate him.
His head tilts into the hand that cups it, the branded kiss to his cheek still a touch sensitive much to his surprise – the only indicator aside from Danta going straight for it that there’s something that lingers there physically as opposed to temporary like he may have thought originally. “She summoned me to the Climb.” He starts off, his grin spreading as he reflects on it. “I saw her.” Just as Danta had that one day in the Climb, how it had been life changing in so many ways that Asta couldn’t quite relate to until this very moment. And gods if he doesn’t understand the sensation Danta had gone through when he’d come back to tell him about it.
“And she made me hers. More than I was. Her demigod.” Not the only one, given Knell, but the young Ancient was still quite young and if the sleep that had riddled him in the midst of talking to his deity had anything to say about it, things were becoming stranger as the days move on. “And that is not all that has happened.” But he hesitates, because the Butcher realizes it’s a lot for Danta to wrap his mind around and he wanted to get the biggest change out of the gate as soon as possible, unable to keep it so close to his chest lest his ego and arrogance over it suffocate him.
// you're not iconic, you are just like them all. don't act like you don't know //
