Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
A hum of you’re welcome is offered to the pale Ancient, while Astaroth finishes the slice of fruit he’d chosen. And once he has, he shifts his attention back to the sweet alcohol in his glass, only for her question to give him pause as he downs part of the glass. He’s never thought about it — an occurrence that hadn’t happened until he’d ended up here and Danta had forced his hand.
So it’s one that takes some consideration, mulling it over before the butcher turns toward Maea with a soft tinged smile. “It is difficult to be lonely when one hasn’t had a life spent with others.” He offers her honestly, before he shrugs a shoulder lightly. “I consider Ancients to be my family because we all have the same goals and do things together, and from my experience that is what makes a family. But even before now, when I was in the Climb forever ago, I was very much alone. I had my own space that nobody stepped foot on.” In fact, the fact that Danta and Maea had spent time in his room was at odds with everything he’d had before.
And he’s slowly realizing that it is a nice feeling, not that he keeps intending on telling Dantalion he’s right. He can only handle so much of his smugness. “But, there are times I still wonder if my handlers are out there somewhere.” He shrugs casually, downing the rest of the glass before nodding to the bartender for another. His goal now is to get as warm and toasty as possible before curling up in front of the fire on his bed.
So it’s one that takes some consideration, mulling it over before the butcher turns toward Maea with a soft tinged smile. “It is difficult to be lonely when one hasn’t had a life spent with others.” He offers her honestly, before he shrugs a shoulder lightly. “I consider Ancients to be my family because we all have the same goals and do things together, and from my experience that is what makes a family. But even before now, when I was in the Climb forever ago, I was very much alone. I had my own space that nobody stepped foot on.” In fact, the fact that Danta and Maea had spent time in his room was at odds with everything he’d had before.
And he’s slowly realizing that it is a nice feeling, not that he keeps intending on telling Dantalion he’s right. He can only handle so much of his smugness. “But, there are times I still wonder if my handlers are out there somewhere.” He shrugs casually, downing the rest of the glass before nodding to the bartender for another. His goal now is to get as warm and toasty as possible before curling up in front of the fire on his bed.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
