Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“And where might you suggest I do that?” He asks, because for now he’s been relatively good — hunting in the Outskirts, getting his meals resourcefully. And so far he’s been doing alright, if it weren’t for Danta’s antics as of late.
With space made, Asta sits on the edge of his bed and stretches out his legs, spaded tail waving idly like a cats might as he takes the glass of wine from Danta and flashes a toothy grin. “It was getting to a point I was wondering if they were offerings.” Like how one might sacrifice the lamb for their gods. Even the grin he cuts is sharp but it’s clear he had no intention of it, regardless of how tempting it was.
Motioning to the side of the bed for Danta to have a seat beside him, he takes a sip of it, relishing in the sweet yet dry taste of the wine on his tongue. “Believe it or not, blood still stains red clothing. The horror, I know.” He drawls before he gestures a little to the other side of the room where three red pieces of varying cuts of a suit, vest, and overcoat sit.
“White is easier to get out. But if I don’t intend on getting my hands dirty, I prefer it.” Not unlike Danta in that way, preferring red that is.
With space made, Asta sits on the edge of his bed and stretches out his legs, spaded tail waving idly like a cats might as he takes the glass of wine from Danta and flashes a toothy grin. “It was getting to a point I was wondering if they were offerings.” Like how one might sacrifice the lamb for their gods. Even the grin he cuts is sharp but it’s clear he had no intention of it, regardless of how tempting it was.
Motioning to the side of the bed for Danta to have a seat beside him, he takes a sip of it, relishing in the sweet yet dry taste of the wine on his tongue. “Believe it or not, blood still stains red clothing. The horror, I know.” He drawls before he gestures a little to the other side of the room where three red pieces of varying cuts of a suit, vest, and overcoat sit.
“White is easier to get out. But if I don’t intend on getting my hands dirty, I prefer it.” Not unlike Danta in that way, preferring red that is.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
