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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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It’s cold, though not too cold being this close to the bonfire. It’s enough that Asta doesn’t need to wear that coat that wards away the cold, instead he settles there in the middle of the cobblestones, peering up at the Temple and all her glory with an amused smile to his face. “It is not too gaudy.” He mutters under his breath toward Danta, his tail flicking behind him in amusement and playful offense.
It’s because after his current suggestion of adorning the pillars outside with the scorch blossoms, he’d heard someone pass by behind them absolutely believing they were talking quiet enough to not be heard, make some comment about how that could be too much. Though, it becomes very obvious they don’t know the two standing before the Temple, nor the occasion of such an event. Tourists, perhaps.
Asta turns his attention back toward the paper he’d brought with all their notes on it, scanning over it before peering back at the Temple. “Also, I think I may have gotten some of the proportions wrong.” Holding it between Danta and himself to compare, the size of the scorch blossom arches and ribbons were just the tiniest bit off from where they would sit on the Temple in reality. It’s hardly enough to notice, but enough for the Butcher to find some form of complaint.
you're livin' for the rush, for that royal flush, but you take what you can get
"It is not too gaudy," Danta purrs his encouragement beside his fiance, grinning up at him and reaching out to slip an arm around his waist, fingers finding their sneaky way into his back pocket. "That guy clearly didn't know who these decorations were for. If he did he'd know that nothing is too much." Winking, he leans in and against Asta's side as he lifts the paper between them, blue eyes dropping to examine it.
Truth be told, the Maverick couldn't give a flying fuck about the proportions and if they make sense, but it's important to the Butcher and thus it's important to him, so he hmmms his ready agreement as he looks at the sketches. "We can add more here?" he suggests, pointing out the archways and where there might be room for extra blossoms. "Or if you take some out they'll look in proportion too, and we could put the extra over the doorways. Like mistletoe, almost." Mistletoe but spicier.
Dantalion
you play your final ace for a pretty face, tastes like scotch and cigarettes
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
An affectionate smile is aimed toward Danta to hear the encouragement, warmth racing through him with the addition of his arm, the hand tucked into his back pocket. “He is obviously missing the point.” Asta hums, shifting gears to peer at the paper he lifts, with the design sketched out and ideas placed therein. The scorch blossoms are a bit too clustered in one section, and as he squints at it he leans in toward his fiancé, his tail winding loosely around his fiance’s leg.
His dark gaze drops to the suggestion that Danta points to, squinting to envision it before looking back at the Temple. “Perhaps take some out and place them above, like the mistletoe, and replace the spots where it may appear empty with ribbon?” He suggests, squinting a little again before he tears his attention away to look at the Maverick, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek for the brilliant ideas.
you're livin' for the rush, for that royal flush, but you take what you can get
"He's not invited anyway," Danta says breezily, grinning up at Asta and shrugging his shoulders. "And if he was, now he's uninvited, so whatever." Leaning into the other man's warmth and watching as he parses through the ideas to come up with a solution that, in truth, is entirely his own, the Maverick nods his immediate agreement regardless. "Stunning," he decides, mainly because if there is ribbon between the smoulder blossoms there's more of a chance that they will catch fire, and that's also entirely to his liking.
Grinning automatically at the kiss smooshed against his cheek and the feel of a tail coiling around his leg, the Maverick makes a show of trying to peel himself away without ever really moving an inch. "Ah, we should get something to light up the fountain as well," he says, "for aesthetic, but also to let people know where they can drink themselves healthy."
Dantalion
you play your final ace for a pretty face, tastes like scotch and cigarettes
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
“Perfect.” The Butcher hums, shooting a grin, infinitely pleased that whomever the person walking by was would have to deal with missing out on what the Butcher and Maverick got up to within the Temple’s walls. It alleviates any further comments in favor for how they could go about decorating the outside of the Temple, even with the misaligned proportions.
Hearing Danta’s approval, his tail squeezes around his fiance’s leg for a brief moment before the Butcher is fishing out a pencil from inside his coat pocket, marking down any additional notes so he doesn’t run the risk of forgetting later. Perking up and pinning the pencil in the notebook, Asta frees up an arm to wind around his fiance’s middle. “Ooh, yes. I have seen these.. I believe they are called fairy lights? People have been hanging the tiniest oil lamps on strings.” Which also could be a potential fire hazard, but what’s the problem when the majority of them would be Ancient?
