Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“Because two people happen to have it?” He asks with a small huff of a laugh, a roll of his eyes. Sighing, Astaroth sinks down onto an elbow as she stops fighting the tangled blankets and flops back, and he wonders if she’s aiming to be like a fish out of water – or if it were truly that torturous to be in his presence. Either or, Astaroth draws silent for a moment until her question breaks the air and he can’t help but to laugh.
It might come off bad at first, until his voice clears the air. “Not at all, my dear. I pretend.” He clarifies. “I can be charming and daring out in public, but in my own space with my own vices, I am quite anything but.” Except right now, as it turns out, as he fits that mask back onto his face. Such that, if she might have noticed, it might be the first time of the night that there wasn’t a smile glued to his face.
It doesn’t last though, because the mask includes the smile, and the sharp toothed twist of it is offered toward the bed even if she cannot see it, until he hauls himself out of his makeshift bed, standing and wandering over to untangle the blanket from her unless she swats him away – he’s used to it with Danta, after all. “What I am saying, is that it is hard. But it is not impossible. I am learning, which is why I was so obnoxiously insistent on making sure you did not leave and turn to stone.”
It might come off bad at first, until his voice clears the air. “Not at all, my dear. I pretend.” He clarifies. “I can be charming and daring out in public, but in my own space with my own vices, I am quite anything but.” Except right now, as it turns out, as he fits that mask back onto his face. Such that, if she might have noticed, it might be the first time of the night that there wasn’t a smile glued to his face.
It doesn’t last though, because the mask includes the smile, and the sharp toothed twist of it is offered toward the bed even if she cannot see it, until he hauls himself out of his makeshift bed, standing and wandering over to untangle the blanket from her unless she swats him away – he’s used to it with Danta, after all. “What I am saying, is that it is hard. But it is not impossible. I am learning, which is why I was so obnoxiously insistent on making sure you did not leave and turn to stone.”
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
