// seven, six, five, four, three, two, one //
Luckily for Thalassa, Sicarius has no idea what embarrassment or self-consciousness is, more than happy to be stared at if she gets a chance to show off. Perhaps she’s more like the Butcher than he’d like to admit – just bare bones without all the embellishment. If it helps, she spends the majority of the time curled up against Asta’s neck staring without any apprehension at the shorter Ancient.
Leading them deeper into the crevices of the alleyways toward the wilderness further out, Asta nods with a crooked smile aimed her way. “Oh come on, darling. Live a little.” Bouncing his brows playfully, his tail flicks behind him as a low laugh escapes him.
To see her crooked smile aimed back at him, Asta’s grin brightens as he considers the option. “That sounds lovely. Let me know when and I will be happy to join you.” Turning again, the trees begin to pop up as the marker for the border of the woods, quiet with the snowfall and the way the trees seem to harbor the majority of the snow the denser the woods get. It leaves the interior still very cold but blessedly absent of the majority of the blanketing snow.
Leading them deeper into the crevices of the alleyways toward the wilderness further out, Asta nods with a crooked smile aimed her way. “Oh come on, darling. Live a little.” Bouncing his brows playfully, his tail flicks behind him as a low laugh escapes him.
To see her crooked smile aimed back at him, Asta’s grin brightens as he considers the option. “That sounds lovely. Let me know when and I will be happy to join you.” Turning again, the trees begin to pop up as the marker for the border of the woods, quiet with the snowfall and the way the trees seem to harbor the majority of the snow the denser the woods get. It leaves the interior still very cold but blessedly absent of the majority of the blanketing snow.
Astaroth
// everybody's got a name, everybody's got a number //
