white roses in the red dirt

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

So it sounds extra overwhelming as she continues, and he pauses in his making of it to cast a sidelong glance toward the priestess, flashing a smile that shows his understanding (and realizes just how much more overwhelming it would be for him). “That does sound like a lot.” He murmurs.

He finishes up the tea, content to add a bit of flare to making it before handing her the red cup and taking his own to cradle between his hands, letting the warmth soothe him as his smile returns to the bright version it had been before. “It is incredible.” It comes out a touch arrogant and cocky, but he waits for her to taste it before he takes his own sip, as if wanting to see the wonder in her eyes from the experience.

It's well worth it, though.

At least until talk of their varying times comes up and there’s something off about the priestess’ comfort and content, despite how the butcher can see her attempts at being that bubbly self she always was. So he reaches out, resting a warm hand at her elbow to try and offer some semblance of comfort in spite of it. “We are, darling, but we also spent many years attacking one another.” Knew where to hit where it would hurt. And sometimes, it still comes out exhibit a; the morax comment.

“It is hard.” He agrees softly, parroting her own thought process before he shifts a little where he sits so that she might be able to slump against him. “It is also hard when society has changed. The Climb that I knew was unlike the one that you knew. And this… Version of society, hardly even knows about us.” A thought comes to mind suddenly, his tail flicks pausing as it floods in. “All we can do is continue to let Dygra guide us and use all of the terribly wonderful experiences we’ve had to create a new version for everyone to know us by, what do you think?”

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine

charlie

Glancing over her shoulder as the butcher reaches soothingly for her elbow, it doesn't escape Charlie's notice that physical affection from Asta is a gesture in and of itself, and so despite the slight melancholy turn in their conversation, she beams brightly up at him. "Change." She hums adoringly. Rather than offering sympathy for the way he and Danta used to be, the priestess instead clings to the knowledge that everything would change, her present uncertainty at the way of the world included.

Happily slumping against him, the pair likely looking like some strange father-daughter duo given their respective heights and postures, Charlie too flicks her tail, the movement growing ever more cat-like as a grin parts her lips. Tilting her chin up to peer at the butcher, she bounces her eyebrows. "Maybe we could remind them of some of it, though. Not all of it of course...but there's no reason for us to be the only ones who are changing." Indeed the shrine Asta was building for them all was a testament to that.

Please, please, please don't prove I'm right
& please, please, please
don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

“Change, darling.” He purrs his agreement, matching her beaming grin with one of his own. And as she settles against his shoulder and they’re the perfect picture of what could appear to be a father and daughter duo, he finds he’s quite content with the warmth she offers against his shoulder and arm. Growing more and more content with touch from the select few as the weeks dragged on.

Her suggestion and the movement of her head to peer at him has the butcher tilting his head down toward her, brow lifted, a smile tugging on his lips as eagerness and intrigue sparks in his dark gaze. “I do so adore the way you think.” Comes the compliment, before his soft smile twists to something full of more mischief. “What did you have in mind?” He asks, lifting the cup of tea to his lips and paying extra attention to not jostling her with the movement.

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine