// we can't see the end from the start //
“Perfect.” The Butcher hums, shooting a grin, infinitely pleased that whomever the person walking by was would have to deal with missing out on what the Butcher and Maverick got up to within the Temple’s walls. It alleviates any further comments in favor for how they could go about decorating the outside of the Temple, even with the misaligned proportions.
Hearing Danta’s approval, his tail squeezes around his fiance’s leg for a brief moment before the Butcher is fishing out a pencil from inside his coat pocket, marking down any additional notes so he doesn’t run the risk of forgetting later. Perking up and pinning the pencil in the notebook, Asta frees up an arm to wind around his fiance’s middle. “Ooh, yes. I have seen these.. I believe they are called fairy lights? People have been hanging the tiniest oil lamps on strings.” Which also could be a potential fire hazard, but what’s the problem when the majority of them would be Ancient?
Hearing Danta’s approval, his tail squeezes around his fiance’s leg for a brief moment before the Butcher is fishing out a pencil from inside his coat pocket, marking down any additional notes so he doesn’t run the risk of forgetting later. Perking up and pinning the pencil in the notebook, Asta frees up an arm to wind around his fiance’s middle. “Ooh, yes. I have seen these.. I believe they are called fairy lights? People have been hanging the tiniest oil lamps on strings.” Which also could be a potential fire hazard, but what’s the problem when the majority of them would be Ancient?
Astaroth
// but i don't fear the dark //
