/// forgive me father, for i have sinned
and as i kneel here now,
and as i kneel here now,
It almost looks like she’s going through the stages of grief, to the taller and older Ancient. Something that he doesn’t begrudge her for, his shoulder rising and falling in a small shrug as she apologizes and says she can’t accept it. His initial response wants to suggest that if he hadn’t had told her, she’d be none the wiser, but something tells him that if he does it would make her suspicious of everyone, and that’s the last thing he wants to spark within her. “You have all the time in the world, my dear.” He hums, finally satisfied with where the driftwood sits in the flame, withdrawing his hand to hold in his other to warm it up further.
As for the scowl that he can see through the flame followed by the question, Astaroth rumbles a deep little laugh. “Because you asked.” His head tilts slightly, a lock of dark hair falling from his horns and into his face. “You wanted to know if it was difficult for me to make the adjustment to being an Ancient. I said no, and gave you my reasoning why.” She wanted to know, and Astaroth wasn’t going to lie when directly asked.
As for the scowl that he can see through the flame followed by the question, Astaroth rumbles a deep little laugh. “Because you asked.” His head tilts slightly, a lock of dark hair falling from his horns and into his face. “You wanted to know if it was difficult for me to make the adjustment to being an Ancient. I said no, and gave you my reasoning why.” She wanted to know, and Astaroth wasn’t going to lie when directly asked.
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 ///
