/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
“I can confidently tell you that the world I saw out there was far different from when we were around.” He admits, nonchalantly. While Danta hadn’t had the chance to explore further than the Climb, Asta had. Been there, done that, as far as he was concerned. And it hadn’t looked anything like this. It had put him and the Maverick right back into the same position. A world they didn’t know, one far different from what they did, and having to learn it all from the bare beginning.
Regardless, there’s a new drink in front of him and the Ancient, torn between the burn in his throat for complimenting, to hearing the shut up, you’re welcome, has him settling a little bit internally. He’s struck suddenly with the realization that while he and Danta had interacted a lot in their past, it was mostly under different circumstances. He can’t recall a time where they actually sat and talked like… Regular people.
It was strange, but it was nice, not that he would intend to admit it. Instead, he straightens up after downing and relishing in his drink in the surprisingly comfortable silence. His hand lifts to brush the lock of hair that’d fallen in front of his face back amongst the rest, tucking it behind a currently black horn. “I have not.” He admits, dark gaze lifting to the Maverick, as if gauging whether he’d need to finish his drink quickly to go and explore or if it’s a later endeavor. “Did you craft it for our fellow Ancients?” He has to assume as much, if Danta seemed to be somewhat proud of the feature of a bonfire.
Regardless, there’s a new drink in front of him and the Ancient, torn between the burn in his throat for complimenting, to hearing the shut up, you’re welcome, has him settling a little bit internally. He’s struck suddenly with the realization that while he and Danta had interacted a lot in their past, it was mostly under different circumstances. He can’t recall a time where they actually sat and talked like… Regular people.
It was strange, but it was nice, not that he would intend to admit it. Instead, he straightens up after downing and relishing in his drink in the surprisingly comfortable silence. His hand lifts to brush the lock of hair that’d fallen in front of his face back amongst the rest, tucking it behind a currently black horn. “I have not.” He admits, dark gaze lifting to the Maverick, as if gauging whether he’d need to finish his drink quickly to go and explore or if it’s a later endeavor. “Did you craft it for our fellow Ancients?” He has to assume as much, if Danta seemed to be somewhat proud of the feature of a bonfire.
Astaroth
i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
