Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Well, he certainly hadn’t expected that response – and belatedly, he’s reminded of just how Danta had been trying to teach him how to decently talk to people in more private settings – a lesson obviously not learned just yet as she hisses and flares, sits up and gets tangled in the blankets and her skirts.
It has him sitting up, withdrawing his hand from the fire as he uses his other to brush back the hair from his face, turning slightly toward her but not preventing her from leaving if she does get herself unwrapped. “I never said they were common.” He offers unhelpfully, the too hot hand waving around a little as he gestures. “I don’t let people in either.” It’s far more casual coming from his tired accented tongue, but he peers at her as a shadow amongst the light of the fireplace behind him, dark gaze focusing on her as she fidgets. “But there is a difference between pretending to and actually letting them in. I, for one, do not wish to be disappointed.” It isn’t loneliness, they’ve been over that. But when it came to disappointment?
Well, that was another thing entirely.
It has him sitting up, withdrawing his hand from the fire as he uses his other to brush back the hair from his face, turning slightly toward her but not preventing her from leaving if she does get herself unwrapped. “I never said they were common.” He offers unhelpfully, the too hot hand waving around a little as he gestures. “I don’t let people in either.” It’s far more casual coming from his tired accented tongue, but he peers at her as a shadow amongst the light of the fireplace behind him, dark gaze focusing on her as she fidgets. “But there is a difference between pretending to and actually letting them in. I, for one, do not wish to be disappointed.” It isn’t loneliness, they’ve been over that. But when it came to disappointment?
Well, that was another thing entirely.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
