Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
She is a wounded, prey animal right now as he fidgets with the blankets to get her unwrapped, watching as she withdraws to the pillows and draws her knees up, leaving the expanse of the foot of the bed available for him to slip onto. His hand lifts to brush his hair back, itching at the back of his neck as his dark gaze focuses on her curiously, nodding at the beginning of the commentary, allowing it to smooth over before he offers any advice – only to be given more.
And honestly, her whole thing here is just survival – which if anyone knew anything about him, it’s precisely the same for him. He’d been left for dead, his sins catching up with him, until others with similar ideals had spotted him and saved him, had given him a place and room to grow – isn’t that what she has here, with the rest of the Ancients? “Do you care about what they think? We hardly know much about one another and yet you are letting it eat at you.” He starts to say, cocking his head before he snorts lightly and shakes his head.
“I may have misconstrued your opinions before I announced that tiny tidbit about myself, so I apologize for the worries it has sparked. It was far more acceptable before I had fallen into my slumber.” It’s surprisingly casual, despite the bite in her tone with her distrust. But it’s a smaller smile that meets her, even if his teeth are still sharp, when he sighs a little to add; “I don’t believe it will help, but, I assured you that I would not cause problems. And if It does help, you aren’t exactly what I prefer in terms of taste.” His head tilts a little before he straightens up and shrugs his bad shoulder on accident, wincing a little at his shoulder where his bone deep wound is still causing pain, despite his lack of nerve endings in the majority of his torso. His hand lifts to rest against it and feel the radiating heat before he sighs a little and replaces the wince with that same small smile. “I don’t eat Ancients.”
And honestly, her whole thing here is just survival – which if anyone knew anything about him, it’s precisely the same for him. He’d been left for dead, his sins catching up with him, until others with similar ideals had spotted him and saved him, had given him a place and room to grow – isn’t that what she has here, with the rest of the Ancients? “Do you care about what they think? We hardly know much about one another and yet you are letting it eat at you.” He starts to say, cocking his head before he snorts lightly and shakes his head.
“I may have misconstrued your opinions before I announced that tiny tidbit about myself, so I apologize for the worries it has sparked. It was far more acceptable before I had fallen into my slumber.” It’s surprisingly casual, despite the bite in her tone with her distrust. But it’s a smaller smile that meets her, even if his teeth are still sharp, when he sighs a little to add; “I don’t believe it will help, but, I assured you that I would not cause problems. And if It does help, you aren’t exactly what I prefer in terms of taste.” His head tilts a little before he straightens up and shrugs his bad shoulder on accident, wincing a little at his shoulder where his bone deep wound is still causing pain, despite his lack of nerve endings in the majority of his torso. His hand lifts to rest against it and feel the radiating heat before he sighs a little and replaces the wince with that same small smile. “I don’t eat Ancients.”
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
