Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
What would he do if they showed up now? It wasn’t like he hated them. They could be pushy and annoying, but he owed them a lot in terms of literally saving his life. But he feels as if he’d paid it back and then some, gotten used to the solitary that his life had been and continued to remain. He was allowed to do so much, freedom to wander and explore and learn. They’d let him learn how to read and write, how to gain manners, allowed him the ability to dress overtly over the top without a single thread of worry.
“I don’t think I would mind. But if they tried to tell me what to do, I’d tell them to go fuck themselves.” That toothy grin remains and seems to suggest he’d want no part in it.
At her follow up, though, he nods and sips from his drink lightly, the alcohol swarming his mind now as he feels like he could melt into a puddle. Even if the bed was a bit too cold without Danta’s affectionately annoying presence. “I owe my fair share of loyalties.” And as he had told her before, he was a man of his word. “It isn’t for everyone, but it works well enough for me. And it’s easy with Danta. He doesn’t expect much.” His accent tips a little thicker, more charming in the way it melts together, and his dark gaze remains on Maea as he awaits her reaction.
“I don’t think I would mind. But if they tried to tell me what to do, I’d tell them to go fuck themselves.” That toothy grin remains and seems to suggest he’d want no part in it.
At her follow up, though, he nods and sips from his drink lightly, the alcohol swarming his mind now as he feels like he could melt into a puddle. Even if the bed was a bit too cold without Danta’s affectionately annoying presence. “I owe my fair share of loyalties.” And as he had told her before, he was a man of his word. “It isn’t for everyone, but it works well enough for me. And it’s easy with Danta. He doesn’t expect much.” His accent tips a little thicker, more charming in the way it melts together, and his dark gaze remains on Maea as he awaits her reaction.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
