// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
Smirking over to her as she tells him she always forgets it, his tail flicks in amusement against the blanket. “Then I have done a wonderful job.” He bounces his brows playfully, his grin sharpening before a soft laugh leaves him. “I spent a good.. mm, twenty or so years living up there among the cold before everything happened.” For a brief moment, the Butcher looks down to the bracelet on his arm, hidden under the sleeve of his shirt as if ensure it remained there, that all of his trauma regarding the corvids that had torn him apart was still neatly tucked away in a beautiful bracelet made from their goddess’ beautiful hands.
As he explains the jackets, though, he nods wholeheartedly. “Oh most certainly, darling. It made last season far better than it would have been otherwise.” And he no longer had to be jealous of Danta’s ability to stay nice and cozy despite the snow that would drift outside.
But that’s neither here nor there, because she asks him a rather pointed picture and Asta sips from his whiskey as he cocks his head toward her, reaching up with a free hand to brush a loose strand of his dark hair from his face. “Mm I wouldn’t say a brute, necessarily. Larger than me, though I suspect it is from a lot of muscle rather than anything else. He is not as tall as I am, however.” A thing Asta certainly prides himself on, because gods forbid the Butcher be short. “He is quite strong, actually. Makes for a lovely training partner.” As it turns out, Asta has trained with Deimos perhaps the most out of everyone.
As he explains the jackets, though, he nods wholeheartedly. “Oh most certainly, darling. It made last season far better than it would have been otherwise.” And he no longer had to be jealous of Danta’s ability to stay nice and cozy despite the snow that would drift outside.
But that’s neither here nor there, because she asks him a rather pointed picture and Asta sips from his whiskey as he cocks his head toward her, reaching up with a free hand to brush a loose strand of his dark hair from his face. “Mm I wouldn’t say a brute, necessarily. Larger than me, though I suspect it is from a lot of muscle rather than anything else. He is not as tall as I am, however.” A thing Asta certainly prides himself on, because gods forbid the Butcher be short. “He is quite strong, actually. Makes for a lovely training partner.” As it turns out, Asta has trained with Deimos perhaps the most out of everyone.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
