// i saw the walls, finished and plain //
The correction is greeted with a crooked shark-tooth grin, broken up by the chuckle that leaves him as he nods in agreement. “That is true. It would have required a miracle.” To make ice during a blizzard enticing, that is. And even still, here in the much warmer climate of Torchline, Asta is admittedly hard pressed to find the idea comforting of indulging in the ice. At least he hasn’t lost his fire magic.
But thankfully, the Maverick doesn’t take long to toast, clinking their ice glasses together and with a huff of agreement and a quiet “salud,” does Asta knock back the limoncello shot, the citrus sparking against his tongue in a refreshing and still sweet taste despite the liquor that burns. “I fully intend on letting it, yes.” He agrees, voice equally rough before he’s inspecting the shot glass curiously, already seeing the way his fingertips start to turn grey.
“It is kind of adorable, even if it is cold.” He hums, twisting it here and there, slipping it into his other hand so that when he sparks the green flame to get the grey of his fingers back to normal he doesn't melt the cup right away, unsure if Danta wants to put something else in it or if it's entirely just for the one shot.
But thankfully, the Maverick doesn’t take long to toast, clinking their ice glasses together and with a huff of agreement and a quiet “salud,” does Asta knock back the limoncello shot, the citrus sparking against his tongue in a refreshing and still sweet taste despite the liquor that burns. “I fully intend on letting it, yes.” He agrees, voice equally rough before he’s inspecting the shot glass curiously, already seeing the way his fingertips start to turn grey.
“It is kind of adorable, even if it is cold.” He hums, twisting it here and there, slipping it into his other hand so that when he sparks the green flame to get the grey of his fingers back to normal he doesn't melt the cup right away, unsure if Danta wants to put something else in it or if it's entirely just for the one shot.
Astaroth
// lavender blooms on the ink of my name //
