am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
The dagger sinks in and it is enough to spark his own bloodlust, helping Danta in tearing through the flesh of the doe with his own teeth and strength, until he’s very much covered in blood like the Maverick is. He remains standing, however, peering down at the blonde as blood drips from Astaroth’s lips, painting his own neck and face a dark red (perhaps making it make sense that it’s the very reason he preferred to wear the same shade).
He reaches down to grab the doe’s front legs, binding them together to lift, fully rolling his eyes now. “Sex might be your prerogative, however, I tend not to indulge all that often.” And if he does, it’s probably a once every few years kind of thing, part of him ensuring that he doesn’t lose it and devour his partner. Which… Is exactly what’s happened every other time.
“Shall we take her in so my day doesn’t get ruined?” He suggests, thankful that the entrance of the Spire is close by, preventing any unwanted crows from arriving.
He reaches down to grab the doe’s front legs, binding them together to lift, fully rolling his eyes now. “Sex might be your prerogative, however, I tend not to indulge all that often.” And if he does, it’s probably a once every few years kind of thing, part of him ensuring that he doesn’t lose it and devour his partner. Which… Is exactly what’s happened every other time.
“Shall we take her in so my day doesn’t get ruined?” He suggests, thankful that the entrance of the Spire is close by, preventing any unwanted crows from arriving.
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
