// i saw the walls, finished and plain //
At the Maverick’s rebuttal, Asta can’t help the amused huff that leaves him while the other Ancient certainly knows all the good spots to hit when it comes to his arrogance. “Mm, well, in Whitebrim’s defense, if it were anything like it was when I left, they probably didn’t choose to talk first.” After all, it had been the overwhelming hunger that had Asta defecting from the only thing he’d known growing up. Self-preservation was one hell of a drug when faced with an absolute demise.
His eyes shutter closed with the touch of Danta adjusting a strand of his hair back behind his horns, incapable of keeping the smile from his face. “We can always combine them, no? Spend some time in Halo while planning? I can make an excuse that we would like to load up on Halovian whiskey for the occasion.” He blinks up at the Maverick with an all-too innocent look in his eyes that’s not at all reflected in the dark glittering mischief in his grin.
His eyes shutter closed with the touch of Danta adjusting a strand of his hair back behind his horns, incapable of keeping the smile from his face. “We can always combine them, no? Spend some time in Halo while planning? I can make an excuse that we would like to load up on Halovian whiskey for the occasion.” He blinks up at the Maverick with an all-too innocent look in his eyes that’s not at all reflected in the dark glittering mischief in his grin.
Astaroth
// lavender blooms on the ink of my name //
