// i saw the walls, finished and plain //
“That is true, I would not know exactly where they lead anymore.” The Butcher agrees with a fond laugh, clinking his glass to Danta’s with a small, crooked smile. He takes a slow sip and relishes in the chill again, his other hand and tail now wrapping around Danta to keep him close as though he might be able to leech the heat from the other Ancient. “I would imagine they are called something else.” He sighs a little dramatically.
But then he’s sinking into the explanation of la ballena and feels the warm weight of Danta’s head rest against his shoulder. “Oh, darling, they had no idea how to draw anything. That was likely the closest any of them got to art.” A glorified, sparkly stick figure whale. “I was an enigma.” He purrs to his fiance’s ear before he withdraws with a low rumble of a laugh. Asta’s had actually been beautifully done, fleshed out and still somewhat archaic. “I also had plenty of time on my hands while I was scouting.” He doesn’t know what the other scouts did when they were out, but Asta had been the only artistic one he knew at the time.
But then he’s sinking into the explanation of la ballena and feels the warm weight of Danta’s head rest against his shoulder. “Oh, darling, they had no idea how to draw anything. That was likely the closest any of them got to art.” A glorified, sparkly stick figure whale. “I was an enigma.” He purrs to his fiance’s ear before he withdraws with a low rumble of a laugh. Asta’s had actually been beautifully done, fleshed out and still somewhat archaic. “I also had plenty of time on my hands while I was scouting.” He doesn’t know what the other scouts did when they were out, but Asta had been the only artistic one he knew at the time.
Astaroth
// lavender blooms on the ink of my name //
