// nothing is as simple, I worship, you're my temple //
He should have anticipated the reaction he gets – the croak and the incessant attempt to get the bloodstone earring out of his ear. With zero luck and a variety of more shivers that spark goosebumps against his shoulders and down his back, Asta’s got the front row seat to hearing the gravelly, deep tickle tickle that leaves the gore crow.
It sparks another laugh – more vibrant and deep despite the chilly wind that streaks toward them again as they crest the hill. His dark gaze continues to take in the area, searching for anything he might be able to grab. So far, everything comes up empty, but the Butcher doesn’t seem to mind so long as Danta’s curled up around his neck again.
At the top of the hill, the Butcher pauses, squinting down the other side in his search, spying a few birds taking off in the distance. A doe makes a small appearance popping her head out from behind one of the bushes, though it’s too far from them to realistically do anything about it. “Mm, so far nothing. Let me know if you spy anything from your lovely vantage point.” He tilts his head enough to look back at Danta on his shoulder in his peripheral, lips quirking in an amused smirk before he takes up his view again, settling the cane between his feet to rest his hands on.
It sparks another laugh – more vibrant and deep despite the chilly wind that streaks toward them again as they crest the hill. His dark gaze continues to take in the area, searching for anything he might be able to grab. So far, everything comes up empty, but the Butcher doesn’t seem to mind so long as Danta’s curled up around his neck again.
At the top of the hill, the Butcher pauses, squinting down the other side in his search, spying a few birds taking off in the distance. A doe makes a small appearance popping her head out from behind one of the bushes, though it’s too far from them to realistically do anything about it. “Mm, so far nothing. Let me know if you spy anything from your lovely vantage point.” He tilts his head enough to look back at Danta on his shoulder in his peripheral, lips quirking in an amused smirk before he takes up his view again, settling the cane between his feet to rest his hands on.
Astaroth
// and heaven, hold your gates open, all the hell we've been through //
