Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“I have.” Astaroth confirms as he continues to fiddle with the decorations, face lit up by the lanterns as the candles finally take root. He draws silent as she explains, though, listening to the way she talks about it, his face stoically kept curious even as internally the first thought that runs through his head is how horrifyingly delightful. All things of which he doesn’t utter, instead nodding his head a little as he squints at the door to see if he’s gotten the garland up well enough, horned head tilting slightly. “What an awful thing to have to endure.” He offers her, briefly before she’s continuing about Danta’s opinions of it.
Chaos was simply something that was the status quo for them. So it doesn’t surprise him to hear that Danta wouldn’t, but with Maea’s fear of it ruining the party they are planning for, he flashes her a sharp toothed grin and leans down a little bit more in her space, trying to break some of the height difference. “I am always vigilant, my dear.” He hums, his grin widening a bit more. “If they show during our event to cause trouble, just know that I will be the worst of us.” Because he was a monster himself, of course, and it would give him ample ability to bring destruction to any that wished harm upon those here.
Chaos was simply something that was the status quo for them. So it doesn’t surprise him to hear that Danta wouldn’t, but with Maea’s fear of it ruining the party they are planning for, he flashes her a sharp toothed grin and leans down a little bit more in her space, trying to break some of the height difference. “I am always vigilant, my dear.” He hums, his grin widening a bit more. “If they show during our event to cause trouble, just know that I will be the worst of us.” Because he was a monster himself, of course, and it would give him ample ability to bring destruction to any that wished harm upon those here.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
