am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
One thing does partially break Astaroth from the annoyance that keeps gleaning across his face – and it’s the way Danta’s nose scrunches to hear his whole name in the air. But he busies himself with getting to work finishing up the rest of the carcass, fully intending on returning home with both the pieces of meat and the pelt, intending to sell what’s left of the doe’s pelt.
And he waits, listening for the Maverick’s explanation that only sparks another brief roll of his eyes, silent for a few long moments to hear the follow up, where he lifts his gaze and raises a brow and his tongue dips out to run along his cheek as far as he can reach, his dark gaze making eye contact with the Maverick the entire time. “I have always been partial to blondes.” His dark brow lifts as a sharp edged smirk blooms on his lips.
He's absolutely going to need to take a dip in the Glade to clean up before heading back.
And he waits, listening for the Maverick’s explanation that only sparks another brief roll of his eyes, silent for a few long moments to hear the follow up, where he lifts his gaze and raises a brow and his tongue dips out to run along his cheek as far as he can reach, his dark gaze making eye contact with the Maverick the entire time. “I have always been partial to blondes.” His dark brow lifts as a sharp edged smirk blooms on his lips.
He's absolutely going to need to take a dip in the Glade to clean up before heading back.
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
