// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
Giving her an unimpressed look that’s broken up by the twist of a smile tugging on his face, he clears his throat before proclaiming a warm “ha, ha.” to her tease, before falling into the teasing with ease. “Yes, it was before my bones creaked with the mere thought of movement.” He drawls, all dramatics, exhaling a soft whine from his lips as though it was truly the worst thing to have ever happened.
The alcohol is warm and toasty, though, which helps with the lingering cold of the shift in seasons, and as the lightning continues to arc overhead and illuminates the fading sky, Asta nods and listens as she begins to describe the Warden in question, tilting his head toward her with a raised brow of someone completely prepared to receive some kind of juicy gossip. “Oh?” He asks, shifting where he’s sitting to give her his utmost attention while Sicarius continues to play in one of the dried out, dead bushes.
“Do tell, darling, or else I may die of anticipation.” From his old age obviously.
The alcohol is warm and toasty, though, which helps with the lingering cold of the shift in seasons, and as the lightning continues to arc overhead and illuminates the fading sky, Asta nods and listens as she begins to describe the Warden in question, tilting his head toward her with a raised brow of someone completely prepared to receive some kind of juicy gossip. “Oh?” He asks, shifting where he’s sitting to give her his utmost attention while Sicarius continues to play in one of the dried out, dead bushes.
“Do tell, darling, or else I may die of anticipation.” From his old age obviously.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
