Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Ironically, Astaroth is quite the sharer. If there’s anything of his that she wished to try, he would harbor no issue in offering. Yet, he knows that his choices and preferences aren’t exactly up her alley, so he keeps it locked behind his teeth in more… Safe choices. Like this drink, and her offer to share the fruit plate, despite how he often didn’t divulge in fruit of any sort. He was far more inclined to be carnivorous, eating meat whenever given the chance to.
Still, the apple was sweet and did have a satisfying snap. He can’t complain. And he says nothing as he hums his little sound of understanding, watching her with his dark gaze as she takes a sip and slides it back toward him. It was a strong one, but he could feel his limbs grow lighter and warmth flare into his body, enough that his tail unwraps from the bar stool and flicks idly and contently behind him. “Cider, mm?” He muses, cocking his head toward her, a dark piece of hair falling in front of his face. “It’s been an age since I had any kind of cider.”
Still, the apple was sweet and did have a satisfying snap. He can’t complain. And he says nothing as he hums his little sound of understanding, watching her with his dark gaze as she takes a sip and slides it back toward him. It was a strong one, but he could feel his limbs grow lighter and warmth flare into his body, enough that his tail unwraps from the bar stool and flicks idly and contently behind him. “Cider, mm?” He muses, cocking his head toward her, a dark piece of hair falling in front of his face. “It’s been an age since I had any kind of cider.”
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
