Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
He isn’t one to pry, but there’s also a resounding amount of tension in the air that’s palpable, and he wonders if half of it is due to his presence being here – the fact that she had reacted as she had in their initial meeting (never mind the fact that she could absolutely just turn into a gore crow and have him fighting to get out). But that’s beside the point – the ball is in her court, and it seems as though she’s silently fighting wars that he has zero idea even about.
Until amongst the flickering flames, he can hear the way she rustles and settles, the way that she swipes at her eyes and he glances up to the mirror, before averting his gaze again. He closes his eyes in case she does boldly look, not wishing for her to be self conscious of it, even as his accented voice paints the air between the silence and crackling hearth. “Would you like to talk about it?” He asks quietly, leaving it entirely up to her whether or not she wished to speak about what was bothering her, completely unbothered one way or another.
He'd already pried enough out of her today, he didn't want to be too nosy.
Until amongst the flickering flames, he can hear the way she rustles and settles, the way that she swipes at her eyes and he glances up to the mirror, before averting his gaze again. He closes his eyes in case she does boldly look, not wishing for her to be self conscious of it, even as his accented voice paints the air between the silence and crackling hearth. “Would you like to talk about it?” He asks quietly, leaving it entirely up to her whether or not she wished to speak about what was bothering her, completely unbothered one way or another.
He'd already pried enough out of her today, he didn't want to be too nosy.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
