/// forgive me father, for i have sinned
and as i kneel here now,
and as i kneel here now,
It is a pity that there aren’t more of those blessed as he is – horns and tails and fangs and horns. After all, it would make for a much more interesting visit here rather than feeling as though he’s the only one. While that feeling isn’t unfamiliar, it’s certainly not his favorite, but he digresses. Especially as Ronin informs him that it had been a little secluded paradise, hiding itself away from certain people – a tidbit that has him intrigued, but one he doesn’t ask about.
“Interesting.” Is all he has to say about that, until his dark eyes are following the third drink and the buzz of his first alcohol in centuries starts to fuzz his mind a little, drawing comfort in a way he wasn’t sure how he intended to handle it. “It is a bit too polished for my tastes.” Which is hilariously ironic, given his impeccable polished appearance. But ah, he had a love for thriving in the darkness. He just preferred to look good doing it. “But it has had the best selection of accouterments I've seen so far.”
Another incline of his horned head to the introduction has him flashing another easy grin. “Astaroth. A pleasure to meet you, Ronin.” He elongates the demigods name on his tongue, as if fully intending to commit the name to memory.
“Interesting.” Is all he has to say about that, until his dark eyes are following the third drink and the buzz of his first alcohol in centuries starts to fuzz his mind a little, drawing comfort in a way he wasn’t sure how he intended to handle it. “It is a bit too polished for my tastes.” Which is hilariously ironic, given his impeccable polished appearance. But ah, he had a love for thriving in the darkness. He just preferred to look good doing it. “But it has had the best selection of accouterments I've seen so far.”
Another incline of his horned head to the introduction has him flashing another easy grin. “Astaroth. A pleasure to meet you, Ronin.” He elongates the demigods name on his tongue, as if fully intending to commit the name to memory.
Astaroth
hands red with blood,
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
