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
Leaving Isar to the meal, Astaroth is content calculating and deciding things, utilizing what he can to try and figure out a means for Isar to have a hand in helping out the more darker temptations in the Grounds. And as such, he’s finished packing, settling with a hip against the edge of the table as he scans the bones left behind.
Dark brows lift as Isar begins to bargain, a sharp toothed grin shot to the other Ancient. “I will need to speak with the leader, of course.” He pauses, head tilting as he considers it. “I don’t see how that would be a problem, though, personally.” A guard was a guard, at the end of the day.
Dark brows lift as Isar begins to bargain, a sharp toothed grin shot to the other Ancient. “I will need to speak with the leader, of course.” He pauses, head tilting as he considers it. “I don’t see how that would be a problem, though, personally.” A guard was a guard, at the end of the day.
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
