// we can't see the end from the start //
“Unfortunately, no real fairies, darling.” The Butcher hums before he’s dropping into his explanation, the answer of how they worked. Though the idea of trapping tiny little glowing beasts in jars and hanging them around their healing fountain was certainly one that appealed to him. It seemed unlikely it would be an option.
So he writes his notes and chuckles softly as Danta envisions the idea that Asta tries to build in front of them – peering back at the Temple as if to imagine it. He only pulls his gaze away when he feels the grin aimed at him, tilting his head to take it in and bask in the light his fiancé himself provides. “Mm, I think it is imposing and beautiful enough in its own way, unless you have more ideas?” He suggests, before drawing silent to let a playful grin bloom back on his face.
“Ah yes. Shall we go inside to make our list?” He asks, figuring they’re mostly done enough out here (boo no tumbleweed).
So he writes his notes and chuckles softly as Danta envisions the idea that Asta tries to build in front of them – peering back at the Temple as if to imagine it. He only pulls his gaze away when he feels the grin aimed at him, tilting his head to take it in and bask in the light his fiancé himself provides. “Mm, I think it is imposing and beautiful enough in its own way, unless you have more ideas?” He suggests, before drawing silent to let a playful grin bloom back on his face.
“Ah yes. Shall we go inside to make our list?” He asks, figuring they’re mostly done enough out here (boo no tumbleweed).
Astaroth
// but i don't fear the dark //
