// we can't see the end from the start //
With no hard feelings about what had occurred, the Butcher finds it easy to simply enjoy the memory that Flora had played, even if it had been a stressful night. It was the catalyst for his life now and he wouldn’t change a thing looking back at it. It was all part of the journey, right? And he’s not quite sure he’s ever seen Flora so happy as she has been with Kaisel, so really in the end they both won.
The grating chittering continues in quiet little bursts of excitement as Sicarius darts around, bolting across the bar and evading the bottles deftly (she doesn’t want to be chastised for being reckless, of course.) But as Spice gets closer and misses by inches, the bone dragon is quite confident it’s because of her expert dodging abilities, being so young still. And while they continue to play, Asta descends into the story of his own ascension.
“Yes.” He agrees swiftly, that he’d had to meet Dygra in the Climb. So grateful is he for the portal these days now, he continues the story until he mentions the slap that Flora’s laugh breaks vibrantly across the conversation and he’s incapable of keeping his own deep rumble of laughter from joining in. “It was horribly embarrassing, although she mentioned that is part of the reason why she wanted me to be hers.” He admits, shooting her a shark tooth grin.
He pauses to take a sip of the dark liquor again, letting it warm him with little streams of its own liquid fire, nodding to her question. “Immensely empty. Temporary, of course, but I no longer have any shifts apart from my deer shift and these two magics. I suppose it is a good thing I do not have my Haunt yet, who knows what kind of divine changes have happened to it.” And what that might mean for his fiance still asleep upstairs.
Luckily, he won’t worry about that until it comes around. So he focuses on showing her the green flame instead. “I will admit that this feels far more powerful for being so… weak?” If that made sense – and perhaps to another demigod now, it does. But the grin that spreads across her face is vibrant and reflected on his own as he lets the green flame chase around his fingers while she leans in and feels for the heat.
His dark gaze focuses on her as she explains her talk with Melita over becoming a demigod, how things felt stronger and weaker in varying ways which aligns quite well with the feeling that’s currently bombarding the Butcher. He extinguishes the fire as she lays out her offer and he leans toward her, all tall-dark-handsome mischief glittering in his gaze. “Likewise, darling. We have a deal.” His grin brightens before breaking softly into the gentle chuckle that leaves him as he leans back to take another healthy sip of the liquor.
At the mention of what Danta thinks, his grin remains just as bright but with an edge of adoration and appreciation that glitters in the edges. “I think he might somehow be happier than I am about it.” Which was saying a lot, because the Butcher was very excited about it as it were. “He is the Theocrat, after all. I wonder if he may start deciding to worship me alongside Dygra.” The laugh that leaves him makes it clear he isn't opposed to the idea, but selfishly looking forward to it. Then, pausing to glance at Sicarius as she continues her little game with Spice, the Butcher turns toward Flora with eager curiosity. “What did Kaisel think?”
The grating chittering continues in quiet little bursts of excitement as Sicarius darts around, bolting across the bar and evading the bottles deftly (she doesn’t want to be chastised for being reckless, of course.) But as Spice gets closer and misses by inches, the bone dragon is quite confident it’s because of her expert dodging abilities, being so young still. And while they continue to play, Asta descends into the story of his own ascension.
“Yes.” He agrees swiftly, that he’d had to meet Dygra in the Climb. So grateful is he for the portal these days now, he continues the story until he mentions the slap that Flora’s laugh breaks vibrantly across the conversation and he’s incapable of keeping his own deep rumble of laughter from joining in. “It was horribly embarrassing, although she mentioned that is part of the reason why she wanted me to be hers.” He admits, shooting her a shark tooth grin.
He pauses to take a sip of the dark liquor again, letting it warm him with little streams of its own liquid fire, nodding to her question. “Immensely empty. Temporary, of course, but I no longer have any shifts apart from my deer shift and these two magics. I suppose it is a good thing I do not have my Haunt yet, who knows what kind of divine changes have happened to it.” And what that might mean for his fiance still asleep upstairs.
Luckily, he won’t worry about that until it comes around. So he focuses on showing her the green flame instead. “I will admit that this feels far more powerful for being so… weak?” If that made sense – and perhaps to another demigod now, it does. But the grin that spreads across her face is vibrant and reflected on his own as he lets the green flame chase around his fingers while she leans in and feels for the heat.
His dark gaze focuses on her as she explains her talk with Melita over becoming a demigod, how things felt stronger and weaker in varying ways which aligns quite well with the feeling that’s currently bombarding the Butcher. He extinguishes the fire as she lays out her offer and he leans toward her, all tall-dark-handsome mischief glittering in his gaze. “Likewise, darling. We have a deal.” His grin brightens before breaking softly into the gentle chuckle that leaves him as he leans back to take another healthy sip of the liquor.
At the mention of what Danta thinks, his grin remains just as bright but with an edge of adoration and appreciation that glitters in the edges. “I think he might somehow be happier than I am about it.” Which was saying a lot, because the Butcher was very excited about it as it were. “He is the Theocrat, after all. I wonder if he may start deciding to worship me alongside Dygra.” The laugh that leaves him makes it clear he isn't opposed to the idea, but selfishly looking forward to it. Then, pausing to glance at Sicarius as she continues her little game with Spice, the Butcher turns toward Flora with eager curiosity. “What did Kaisel think?”
Astaroth
// but i don't fear the dark //
