Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
A dark brow rises as if in a challenge to the dark crooning from Danta – sparking a little shiver down his spine that he hadn’t quite realized anyone was capable of doing. It sends his grin sharper, more calculating and curious, and perhaps a touch greedy as he meets those blue eyes with his own dark set.
He’s still as his jaw is gripped tightly, grin still remaining despite it, watching the Maverick lean in close to give his terms and Asta snorts, the air pushing against the hand that holds his jaw while his own hand that wraps around Danta’s wrist tightens a little as if to keep him just as close. “I suppose that’s a fair trade.” Only missing limbs and flesh? That meant marks were still on the table. And he certainly wasn’t going to clarify anything further than what Danta has said.
His tail tightens around the Maverick’s leg all the same, and Astaroth leans in against the tight grip at his jaw, pulling on the Maverick’s hand to pull his body closer while his other hand is still occupied holding the wine. “You have a deal, darling.” He purrs.
He’s still as his jaw is gripped tightly, grin still remaining despite it, watching the Maverick lean in close to give his terms and Asta snorts, the air pushing against the hand that holds his jaw while his own hand that wraps around Danta’s wrist tightens a little as if to keep him just as close. “I suppose that’s a fair trade.” Only missing limbs and flesh? That meant marks were still on the table. And he certainly wasn’t going to clarify anything further than what Danta has said.
His tail tightens around the Maverick’s leg all the same, and Astaroth leans in against the tight grip at his jaw, pulling on the Maverick’s hand to pull his body closer while his other hand is still occupied holding the wine. “You have a deal, darling.” He purrs.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
