// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
The lightning echoes in the Levinsward as they make their way to the clearing. The blanket flattens out along the damp ground to prevent them from getting too soaked, and all the while Asta keeps his jacket wrapped tight around him. Sicarius darts forward among the damp ground, the bony dragonling practically bursting with energy as they stake their claim. As Thalassa flops down, Asta’s a bit more meticulous in how he joins her – settling on the blanket, tail sweeping over to wind around him comfortably. Humming a note of approval to see the whiskey that slips from Thalassa’s cloak, Asta pulls the bag he’d brought with him in front of him to rummage around in it. “Oh? Do tell.” The Butcher hums.
The question that follows has a smile tugging on his face, head tilting slightly toward her. “I do believe that, yes.” The Butcher starts off, taking the bottle as it’s extended and reaching in the bag to retrieve two glasses. “I may have even accidentally started falling asleep in her presence.” He winces, pouring a healthy amount of liquor in both the glasses and recorks it, handing a glass to Thal before he’s downing a heavy sip of the liquor in his own glass. “However, she did mention that there was a strangeness around, and while the chaos is to embraced, she senses there may be some complications with it.” Pursing his lips slightly, Asta’s head tilts and he swirls the amber liquid in the glass.
“And thus, a deal was struck.” His free hand lifts and he gestures to the scar in the shape of plush lips that cuts through his dark beard. It’s about this time that Sicarius returns from running around the area, zooming toward Thalassa first with dark smoke pouring through her nose as she huffs a cloud of it at other Ancient eagerly.
The question that follows has a smile tugging on his face, head tilting slightly toward her. “I do believe that, yes.” The Butcher starts off, taking the bottle as it’s extended and reaching in the bag to retrieve two glasses. “I may have even accidentally started falling asleep in her presence.” He winces, pouring a healthy amount of liquor in both the glasses and recorks it, handing a glass to Thal before he’s downing a heavy sip of the liquor in his own glass. “However, she did mention that there was a strangeness around, and while the chaos is to embraced, she senses there may be some complications with it.” Pursing his lips slightly, Asta’s head tilts and he swirls the amber liquid in the glass.
“And thus, a deal was struck.” His free hand lifts and he gestures to the scar in the shape of plush lips that cuts through his dark beard. It’s about this time that Sicarius returns from running around the area, zooming toward Thalassa first with dark smoke pouring through her nose as she huffs a cloud of it at other Ancient eagerly.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
