Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Luckily for her, it isn’t what crosses his mind at all – stepping up to help prop her up so she can complete the task he’d given her. Reaching for the hammer, his long limbs make it easy to help her set the nail, hammering it in just enough to keep the windchime from flying off, but also far enough in that it wouldn’t prevent its movement from the frequent movement passing through.
“No need to apologize, dear.” He hums, focused wholly on the nail and the door, until he’s satisfied with its placement for her to loop the windchime on. He can feel her tension, however, so the second that she doesn’t require his help, he’s content to step back and admire the work they’d done.
“No need to apologize, dear.” He hums, focused wholly on the nail and the door, until he’s satisfied with its placement for her to loop the windchime on. He can feel her tension, however, so the second that she doesn’t require his help, he’s content to step back and admire the work they’d done.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
