/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
Astaroth hums a little sound that could be considered an agreement, even if he didn’t quite believe it so. The Climb was great – but for Asta is was great because of the heat and the carnal nature within such a region. Not because of the memories or who and what were there. Asta had always been a lone wolf, in a sense. Did as he was told, then left alone. He’d never truly minded.
At least, until now when the casual companionship he’s found in his best frenemy feels like a fresh wound that he wants to keep poking at just to feel the little excitement it brings having actual conversations with someone who knows what it’s like. Perhaps it’s the same for the Maverick too, but Asta certainly won’t say anything of the like.
Meeting the shorter man’s fanged smile with one of his own that’s turned sharper now that they’re comfortably within the confines of the Last Whisper, Astaroth continues to follow the well worn path now toward the blood red brothel like a beacon in the night, trailing after its purveyor. “You’ve certainly given it a heart, from what I’ve seen.” Another quiet compliment, even as his dark eyes take in the familiar frame of the door of the brothel and what awaits within.
And with Dantalion’s opening of the door for him to step in first, he does that casual duck under the frame to make sure his horns don’t knock into it, returning to his full height and outward appearance in terms of his posture. He exudes the confidence he had before, only this time without the fabric of armor to give him the edge he’s craving for. But it works, whispers spreading through the Dusklight in an attempt to be quiet when it’s actually anything but. He pretends to pay it little mind as he wanders further in, ensuring he's that warning to anyone wishing to cause trouble.
At least, until now when the casual companionship he’s found in his best frenemy feels like a fresh wound that he wants to keep poking at just to feel the little excitement it brings having actual conversations with someone who knows what it’s like. Perhaps it’s the same for the Maverick too, but Asta certainly won’t say anything of the like.
Meeting the shorter man’s fanged smile with one of his own that’s turned sharper now that they’re comfortably within the confines of the Last Whisper, Astaroth continues to follow the well worn path now toward the blood red brothel like a beacon in the night, trailing after its purveyor. “You’ve certainly given it a heart, from what I’ve seen.” Another quiet compliment, even as his dark eyes take in the familiar frame of the door of the brothel and what awaits within.
And with Dantalion’s opening of the door for him to step in first, he does that casual duck under the frame to make sure his horns don’t knock into it, returning to his full height and outward appearance in terms of his posture. He exudes the confidence he had before, only this time without the fabric of armor to give him the edge he’s craving for. But it works, whispers spreading through the Dusklight in an attempt to be quiet when it’s actually anything but. He pretends to pay it little mind as he wanders further in, ensuring he's that warning to anyone wishing to cause trouble.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
