Jun 5, 2016
DESASTER-The Oath of an Iron Angel-2016
Pure fucking black/thrash metal from Germany....H A I L Desaster!!!!
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DESASTER-The Oath of an Iron Angel-2016
Pure fucking black/thrash metal from Germany....H A I L Desaster!!!!
"We're here~!" Aster runs in a few circles around a particularly large tree before Das stops her with his foot.
"Calm down already," he says from up in the tree, not looking away from his book. "Learn to not yell."
"Kids? Who... is this a trap or a joke?"
"We're not either, see?" Aster pinched Das' nose, which earned her a smack to the hand. "Sir, I don't know what you're referring to. While the forest is something of a trap, we are not."
"Hooray, we're here!" Das chuckled. "Just for a little bit, Aster. We'll be here more often in a little while, okay?" "Hmph."
"Oh. That's why we're running." "Huh?" Das swiftly pulls Aster's head away from the dash.
"At a glance, I can't always tell which one is Dad..." "Das, why is there a picture of two of Dad about to kiss?" "..."
*makes it rain flowers* Now clean up.
They both stare. "Please tell me these aren't from the garden...""I don't think those are ones we planted..."
Das shut his book. "Mark your page, sis, we're moving." Tilting her head, she folded the corner of the page down. "Why?" "So we're safer." He tugged at her sleeve and she held the book close to her chest as she was practically dragged to a wall and forced to sit facing the corner. "Das, what are you-" "If anything happens, run at the corner. I can make it big, but not predictable, so we'll be somewhere strange..." Aster tugged at the hem of her brother's shirt, snapping him out of his contemplative moment. "Das, you and Mama are scaring me." "Are we?" He laughed—Aster knew it was fake—before sitting down next to her. "It's alright. We're tough."