// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Yes.” Asta hums with a soft laugh and a grin, and when she asks what kind of magic he’d been granted, he looks to her with a twitch of his lips and a playful grin. “Do you recall how impressed I was with your fire magic?” The different shade it harbored, how enamored he had been to witness it. “Dygra has blessed me with my own.”
His hand comes out between them, and with a small snap of his fingers, green ghoulish fire comes to life in a swirling ball of lime-green heat. He lets her inspect it for however long she’d like, letting it reflect on both of their faces and washing them in hues of an almost sickly green and yellow hue. “Yes they are, my dear.” He agrees with a warm chuckle about the heavy jackets – even though Asta tended to wear quite a few layers regardless of the season, always wanting to appear prim and proper regardless of the occasion.
His hand comes out between them, and with a small snap of his fingers, green ghoulish fire comes to life in a swirling ball of lime-green heat. He lets her inspect it for however long she’d like, letting it reflect on both of their faces and washing them in hues of an almost sickly green and yellow hue. “Yes they are, my dear.” He agrees with a warm chuckle about the heavy jackets – even though Asta tended to wear quite a few layers regardless of the season, always wanting to appear prim and proper regardless of the occasion.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
