// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Yes we do.” Asta confirms, lips stretching in a wider smile. “Though I suppose that is a given, for us both being Dygra’s demigods.” He bounces his brows playfully – knowing it hadn’t been exactly a secret since he’d joined her ranks, though perhaps the first time he’d audibly said it to her. He’s sure she would have heard about it from her mother, though, which is why he didn’t feel the need to bring it up so far.
But for now, he returns to the little tree they’re decorating with berries and glinting treeflit wings, placing them up high as a guide to those vibrant wings as its focal point. Like the star of a Christmas tree, Asta tries to keep the trajectory of the red berries into guiding one’s eye toward them. And as he steps back with his empty handkerchief, he starts to fold it as he takes in her own work.
“Mm I would say we leave it and check back in later to see if they are gone. Or, hope that perhaps the weather warms up soon.” Either way could be an indicator they had a hand in waking the Flowerbirth deity. And honestly? The Butcher prays silently for the warmth to return to Caido.
But for now, he returns to the little tree they’re decorating with berries and glinting treeflit wings, placing them up high as a guide to those vibrant wings as its focal point. Like the star of a Christmas tree, Asta tries to keep the trajectory of the red berries into guiding one’s eye toward them. And as he steps back with his empty handkerchief, he starts to fold it as he takes in her own work.
“Mm I would say we leave it and check back in later to see if they are gone. Or, hope that perhaps the weather warms up soon.” Either way could be an indicator they had a hand in waking the Flowerbirth deity. And honestly? The Butcher prays silently for the warmth to return to Caido.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
