so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
Luckily for Isar, any bloodlust had been sated and dinner already had – Astaroth having the ability to kill two birds with one stone (or grab an arm from the clinic for dinner and a ramphire for the hunt of it, more like). Either way, the cloth is dipped again, brought to his face, clearing out more and more of the blood from his cheeks and manicured beard, when the rock practically thunders an echoing approach.
Dark eyes flit to the entrance as Isar steps through, and given a moment of pause, the butcher continues to clean, this time toward his throat and arms. “Not at all.” He hums toward Isar with a grin. “I was simply just finishing up.” Wringing out the handkerchief, Astaroth’s gaze lifts toward the other Ancient as he cocks his head, pronged horns casting a bit of a shadow along the floor from the singular torch in the back. “What, perchance, were you doing?” His dark brow rises, his entire focus on the fellow kin from Whitebrim.
Dark eyes flit to the entrance as Isar steps through, and given a moment of pause, the butcher continues to clean, this time toward his throat and arms. “Not at all.” He hums toward Isar with a grin. “I was simply just finishing up.” Wringing out the handkerchief, Astaroth’s gaze lifts toward the other Ancient as he cocks his head, pronged horns casting a bit of a shadow along the floor from the singular torch in the back. “What, perchance, were you doing?” His dark brow rises, his entire focus on the fellow kin from Whitebrim.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
