// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
The second Sicarius is done with the jerky, she rises up and pads her way over to the edge of the blanket, glancing back at the two Ancients before trotting outside of it, searching and sniffing the underbrush nearby for any critters that might be lingering and trying to avoid the dry lightning that cracks across the sky.
Asta watches her slip away before his dark gaze flits back to Thalassa, a small smile playing on his face despite the terrible things they’re talking about. He takes a sip of his drink and listens to her question, eyes flicking back to her as she leans forward and asks if they should investigate, with a grin that’s too wide and too excited. A low, smoky whiskey laugh leaves him before he answers. “Perhaps the bigger things are? I fell asleep in the Climb, therefore one could assume that it could reach anywhere..” His nose wrinkles suddenly and a dramatic, deep groan leaves his throat, tail flicking in irritation. “Like that horrible chatter box. What was his name? Vox?” He rolls his eyes. “A dreadful busy body.”
Not that Asta is any less of a nosy man. He loves his gossip, but he won’t spend his day sticking his fingers and ears into everyone’s personal space. Not unless he got something good out of it. “We could try to investigate, though I am far below my usual power capabilities, and it is Danta’s birthday season so I am trying to be good to ensure nothing happens to me.”
Asta watches her slip away before his dark gaze flits back to Thalassa, a small smile playing on his face despite the terrible things they’re talking about. He takes a sip of his drink and listens to her question, eyes flicking back to her as she leans forward and asks if they should investigate, with a grin that’s too wide and too excited. A low, smoky whiskey laugh leaves him before he answers. “Perhaps the bigger things are? I fell asleep in the Climb, therefore one could assume that it could reach anywhere..” His nose wrinkles suddenly and a dramatic, deep groan leaves his throat, tail flicking in irritation. “Like that horrible chatter box. What was his name? Vox?” He rolls his eyes. “A dreadful busy body.”
Not that Asta is any less of a nosy man. He loves his gossip, but he won’t spend his day sticking his fingers and ears into everyone’s personal space. Not unless he got something good out of it. “We could try to investigate, though I am far below my usual power capabilities, and it is Danta’s birthday season so I am trying to be good to ensure nothing happens to me.”
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
