// we can't see the end from the start //
Curious to know what Safrin might have to say about it, Asta assumes that Flora would tell him if anything stuck out from the conversation. So he’s happy to let it slide as he sinks into the subject of her fathers and their terrible reaction to her becoming a demigod. He’s quietly glad that he doesn’t have any parents to have those conversations with, but admittedly a bit annoyed that his siblings weren’t around for him to brag and show off about just how far he’d come.
Even the centuries that have passed haven’t smoothed out the blatant idea of vengeance in the Butcher, despite knowing it was far too likely that his worst sister in particular’s bones were a part of the layers of permafrost in Halo.
Anyway, chuckling softly to hear that Flora’s confident she’d be fine, Asta inclines his head with a little toast of agreement. “ I am positive you will be brilliant, darling.” He flashes her a beaming smile – one that doesn’t last as long as he’d like because of the reminder that he now can be channeled.
The hand drops from his face slowly, his engagement ring glinting from the shaved diamond in the cool sunrise that starts to rise and filter through the windows, listening as Flora explains what it was like with a small pit of dread blooming in his gut. “So… There is no option to turn on your caller?” Pursing his lips briefly, he frowns after with an overly dramatic sigh and a roll of his eyes. “Mm that will be an issue.” He rumbles, running his tongue along the edge of his lip in thought. “Perhaps we must start threatening those that call us and do not gift us something good for the channeling?” Mischief floods in his gaze again as he looks back at Flora with all the dark ideas that flit into his mind.
Though it likely means if he went through with it, he’d be less likely to be channeled in the long run. Not that he thinks he’ll complain with that, given Flora’s less than appealing description. “I imagine I will also hate it just as much.”
Even the centuries that have passed haven’t smoothed out the blatant idea of vengeance in the Butcher, despite knowing it was far too likely that his worst sister in particular’s bones were a part of the layers of permafrost in Halo.
Anyway, chuckling softly to hear that Flora’s confident she’d be fine, Asta inclines his head with a little toast of agreement. “ I am positive you will be brilliant, darling.” He flashes her a beaming smile – one that doesn’t last as long as he’d like because of the reminder that he now can be channeled.
The hand drops from his face slowly, his engagement ring glinting from the shaved diamond in the cool sunrise that starts to rise and filter through the windows, listening as Flora explains what it was like with a small pit of dread blooming in his gut. “So… There is no option to turn on your caller?” Pursing his lips briefly, he frowns after with an overly dramatic sigh and a roll of his eyes. “Mm that will be an issue.” He rumbles, running his tongue along the edge of his lip in thought. “Perhaps we must start threatening those that call us and do not gift us something good for the channeling?” Mischief floods in his gaze again as he looks back at Flora with all the dark ideas that flit into his mind.
Though it likely means if he went through with it, he’d be less likely to be channeled in the long run. Not that he thinks he’ll complain with that, given Flora’s less than appealing description. “I imagine I will also hate it just as much.”
Astaroth
// but i don't fear the dark //
