One could call it quite unusual for Astral to approach willingly. And with such confidence, too! He was here on a mission. That much was clear. But what could it be?
"I understand how unusual it may be for me to come to you, given the circumstances." There was brief pause before both hands were raised defensively. He was expecting to get at least smacked, so might as well be prepared for it. "Before you slay me on sight, I have a proposition for you. You and I both understand that Astral World poses a grave danger to the nature of balance, but as the Will of Astral World, you will have to go through him before you may complete your goal. I am offering my assistance to you, in exchange for one simple thing."
(( @antitopian <33 ))
He had found him in the garden. Somehow.
Truly, the security of this place had been rather remiss since the war's end, understandably given the shifting culture in light of Chaos' return, but it was still a bit laughable that a presumed 'enemy' could just waltz right to his back with no resistance. He found it amusing more than anything.
Don Thousand gave little indication to show he felt threatened. Mostly because he wasn't. (Any Astral, regardless of corruption or agenda, would always be delicate as a butterfly's wing in any remote setting outside of a duel. There was no concern of danger here.) Although a small huff did leave his nostrils at the mention of his husband, smirk being hidden by some jagged petals as he brought it to his lip.
( Please. He would pay to see that ''fight''. )
Furthermore, Don didn't care much about this Astral's sudden appearance because he was currently enamored with tending to his flora.
One such flower's glow was dimmed and flickering, a shadow compared to its brilliant surrounding sisters. He probably should mention the little unspoken 'predicament' to this deal now that there was a lull.
That being said.
"What proposition might that be?" Don Thousand drawled, slowing his tone to syrup while fingers plucked out the crystal flower with care.
