Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
His grin seems to say ”I guess we’ll have to find out, won’t we?” before he concedes the point with a hum of a laugh. He watches her poke and prod the potential bruises and he shrugs lightly with a glint of amusement in his gaze. “Good.” He hums to her lopsided smile, as he collects the decor from the mantle and turns away from the roaring fireplace.
“I purchased this wind chime in Torchline. I thought perhaps we could hang it in the hall along with these little lanterns.” Handing her the windchime, sure that she could do the unique placement in the door frame that would make it a bit more festive. He guides her out of the room and starts to pick a place for the small lanterns, harboring candles that he utilizes the matchbook once more that Danta had gifted him.
But, for the practice, rather than lighting from the match stick, he uses his newly found magic to swirl it from the match over and into the lantern with a relieving smile.
“I purchased this wind chime in Torchline. I thought perhaps we could hang it in the hall along with these little lanterns.” Handing her the windchime, sure that she could do the unique placement in the door frame that would make it a bit more festive. He guides her out of the room and starts to pick a place for the small lanterns, harboring candles that he utilizes the matchbook once more that Danta had gifted him.
But, for the practice, rather than lighting from the match stick, he uses his newly found magic to swirl it from the match over and into the lantern with a relieving smile.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
