// seven, six, five, four, three, two, one //
Torchline was always full of bliss for the Ancient, especially this time of year and this season in particular. Notably given the fact everything had changed for him – still Ancient by all the important means, Asta’s weakness and attempts to learn about his new abilities and the very notable lack there of, means he’s particularly excited for this vacation away from the Grounds and the perpetual cold that the region often had.
He’s busy in the markets at the moment, perusing a particular ruby shade of a golden chained necklace when he hears a familiar voice. Looking up from the jewelry to see Deimos’ smile of greeting, one finds its way to the Butcher’s face, looking quite comfortable and content in the little burgundy jacket that the Warden had made, inclining his head in greeting. His horns are as they were before his haunt shift had helped elongate them, leaving them dual pronged and short in comparison, and with a new branded kiss on his cheek that interrupts his beard, Asta offers a warm and low laugh before shaking his head. “No, I am quite content with the one I have, thank you.” Amused, he smirks, stepping away from the wares to join Deimos in whatever direction he’s chosen to go. “Are you here to pick up more supplies for Halo?” He asks, raising a dark brow curiously.
He’s busy in the markets at the moment, perusing a particular ruby shade of a golden chained necklace when he hears a familiar voice. Looking up from the jewelry to see Deimos’ smile of greeting, one finds its way to the Butcher’s face, looking quite comfortable and content in the little burgundy jacket that the Warden had made, inclining his head in greeting. His horns are as they were before his haunt shift had helped elongate them, leaving them dual pronged and short in comparison, and with a new branded kiss on his cheek that interrupts his beard, Asta offers a warm and low laugh before shaking his head. “No, I am quite content with the one I have, thank you.” Amused, he smirks, stepping away from the wares to join Deimos in whatever direction he’s chosen to go. “Are you here to pick up more supplies for Halo?” He asks, raising a dark brow curiously.
Astaroth
// everybody's got a name, everybody's got a number //
