i don't belong among the angels // and baby that's just fine with me
Flashing Thalassa another sharp toothed grin, Astaroth’s head tilts slightly with the question. “Perhaps. Unless we are killed, we simply remain as stone. I lived life as a slumbering gargoyle for centuries.” Unaware of how the world changed and forgot about them as time passed. But that’s okay, because he’s here now.
As for how they were treated, his smile shifts sharper, and his dark gaze dances between woman and man (Isar) as he starts to explain that particular shift. “We were not to be trifled with. If anyone accidentally appeared in the Climb it was likely they didn’t get out.” It essentially had an enter at your own risk sign, one that should likely be stuck on Astaroth’s door, but that’s beside the point.
The butcher keeps that grin aimed at them, however. “The Climb was larger and we harbored so many rituals and hunts, the public knew that messing with us would be a terrible decision. So they didn’t. Instead, sometimes they would bring gifts to appease us.” His shoulder rises and falls in a small shrug.
As for how they were treated, his smile shifts sharper, and his dark gaze dances between woman and man (
The butcher keeps that grin aimed at them, however. “The Climb was larger and we harbored so many rituals and hunts, the public knew that messing with us would be a terrible decision. So they didn’t. Instead, sometimes they would bring gifts to appease us.” His shoulder rises and falls in a small shrug.
Astaroth
the things i did up there were high school // but now i'm going for my degree
