// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
Her name sparks an immediate grimace to bloom across the Butcher’s face – not nearly enough alcohol (or just enough) to let the reaction slip past a carefully cultivated mask. He does recall the ball, however, and listens as she explains the story, the lightning playing a brilliant backdrop to the rise and falls of her story. He offers some hums and nods to her, not interrupting until she’s completely done.
The conversation shifts toward the Vampire Gourds now and he raises a brow at her as she explains further, though snorts when she mentions that she had to help someone she didn’t like. He imagines it was probably one of the easiest quest marks to knock off, but it isn’t until her sneer and snappish attitude rear bac up that the Butcher can’t contain his low laughter.
“Ah, I see.” He swirls the glass of whiskey as he mulls over his thoughts, made swimmier now with the liquor. “I do recall the Ball and what had occurred there, however. It was quite the disaster.” His nose wrinkles in distaste, the sheer fact that Danta had been threatened at that party (or the meeting after, wherever it was had become irrelevant), had already pissed him off in the past.
As for the name, Asta has zero qualms sharing that information, because while it didn’t matter much to him the drama between the two of them, Asta will likely find some amount of amusement in all of it. “His name is Deimos. And as for knocking him down a peg, good luck, darling. He outfought both of the strongest demigods Caido has to offer.” He levels her with a look that’s a playful mix of I understand the need for fighting back, but be smart about your battles. "I regularly train with him, it would take him nothing at all to turn us into beautiful stone coat hangers."
The conversation shifts toward the Vampire Gourds now and he raises a brow at her as she explains further, though snorts when she mentions that she had to help someone she didn’t like. He imagines it was probably one of the easiest quest marks to knock off, but it isn’t until her sneer and snappish attitude rear bac up that the Butcher can’t contain his low laughter.
“Ah, I see.” He swirls the glass of whiskey as he mulls over his thoughts, made swimmier now with the liquor. “I do recall the Ball and what had occurred there, however. It was quite the disaster.” His nose wrinkles in distaste, the sheer fact that Danta had been threatened at that party (or the meeting after, wherever it was had become irrelevant), had already pissed him off in the past.
As for the name, Asta has zero qualms sharing that information, because while it didn’t matter much to him the drama between the two of them, Asta will likely find some amount of amusement in all of it. “His name is Deimos. And as for knocking him down a peg, good luck, darling. He outfought both of the strongest demigods Caido has to offer.” He levels her with a look that’s a playful mix of I understand the need for fighting back, but be smart about your battles. "I regularly train with him, it would take him nothing at all to turn us into beautiful stone coat hangers."
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
