Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
The holes in his shirt does little to keep Astaroth from retaining any warmth – as such, with the matchbook Danta had so graciously gifted him, he lights a match, feeling the warmth of it at his fingertips before he realizes he’s slowly getting some strength back. As such, he finds with the tiny little matchstick, he can make the flame grow a little bit bigger – held in a warm halo around his midsection to keep some warmth.
Either way, he follows her in, breathing in the scent with a sigh of relief. “Comfort is comfort, it doesn’t matter where it comes from.” He drawls as he slips into the Dusklight behind her, extinguishing the little flame and tucking the matchbook back into his pocket. “Though, between you and I, brothels aren’t exactly my… preference of places to live.” He chuckles a little, making the path to the bar.
As usual, the patrons look up, scanning his towering form – surprised to see that he isn’t just Danta’s shadow today, but as he scans the crowd and walks closer to the bar with the click of his cane to give him away, well, there’s no trouble to be found here, which lets the tension in his shoulders relax a little. “Darling Danta showed me this wonderful mulled wine, would you like one?” Dark eyes glance back toward her, that grin still remaining as he already goes to order one for himself from the current bartender.
Either way, he follows her in, breathing in the scent with a sigh of relief. “Comfort is comfort, it doesn’t matter where it comes from.” He drawls as he slips into the Dusklight behind her, extinguishing the little flame and tucking the matchbook back into his pocket. “Though, between you and I, brothels aren’t exactly my… preference of places to live.” He chuckles a little, making the path to the bar.
As usual, the patrons look up, scanning his towering form – surprised to see that he isn’t just Danta’s shadow today, but as he scans the crowd and walks closer to the bar with the click of his cane to give him away, well, there’s no trouble to be found here, which lets the tension in his shoulders relax a little. “Darling Danta showed me this wonderful mulled wine, would you like one?” Dark eyes glance back toward her, that grin still remaining as he already goes to order one for himself from the current bartender.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
