Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
In truth, the butcher doesn’t know much about the pale woman – aside from the little things that Danta had told him, which admittedly hadn’t been a whole lot. Other than the fact that maybe he shouldn’t have led with the fact that he ate people when meeting her more officially. Which is honestly a fair point. But as it stands, he doesn’t push or pry, instead letting her decide what to offer and when.
Only to be faced with her not knowing where to start. Which sparks a little hum in his throat, clearing it as his fingertips run along the fire a bit more, as if trying to supply an option for her to start that hopefully isn’t too much – but knowing everything that would leave his lips would be considered a hard and difficult question. So, why not, he supposes. “Are you afraid to let people in for fear that they’ll leave or disappoint you?” He asks, not wanting to put words in her mouth, but seeing it objectively from his point of view.
Only to be faced with her not knowing where to start. Which sparks a little hum in his throat, clearing it as his fingertips run along the fire a bit more, as if trying to supply an option for her to start that hopefully isn’t too much – but knowing everything that would leave his lips would be considered a hard and difficult question. So, why not, he supposes. “Are you afraid to let people in for fear that they’ll leave or disappoint you?” He asks, not wanting to put words in her mouth, but seeing it objectively from his point of view.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
