Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Rolling his eyes, a grumble slips from his lips, something not coherent as he lays back against the bed, relaxing against the lushness of the furs and blankets spread out. “They want to do more than I would like. And besides, I don’t have to stand on occasion with you.” He shrugs casually, rolling slightly to let his dark gaze linger on Danta.
“You run a brothel.” As well as a region, but that’s beside the point. The fact is that he should have known the initial thing Danta would do is to go and fuck and make friends and visit places he’s never had the chance to be before. He’s not even surprised anymore at this point.
As for Isla, though, his lips twist into an easy smile. “I didn’t know that. She was quite kind and reserved.” And he was a stranger, one that she graciously let into her home to change. “She’s a medic. Owns a clinic in Torchline.” He hums, tilting his head toward Danta, as if answering the question of her roundaboutly helping him figure out the whole eating people thing.
“You run a brothel.” As well as a region, but that’s beside the point. The fact is that he should have known the initial thing Danta would do is to go and fuck and make friends and visit places he’s never had the chance to be before. He’s not even surprised anymore at this point.
As for Isla, though, his lips twist into an easy smile. “I didn’t know that. She was quite kind and reserved.” And he was a stranger, one that she graciously let into her home to change. “She’s a medic. Owns a clinic in Torchline.” He hums, tilting his head toward Danta, as if answering the question of her roundaboutly helping him figure out the whole eating people thing.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
