Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
The nice thing is that the conversation can always be had later – but shelving it for the moment in favor of helping out where people need it, already proves to him that she’s different than her worries might otherwise suggest. And as she agrees, he sinks onto the dresser to lower himself so that she can get a better vantage point, head tilting slightly away from it as she goes to inspect it – staring over the other Ancient’s shoulder. “Thank you, darling.” He drawls a little softly, quieter as she starts to poke and prod at it.
The wound itself is a deep one, teeth marks having carved out a full circle of a wound – looking almost like a wild animal attack with how deep and jagged it is, especially having made it through the crisscrossed scar tissue. He clears his throat and folds his hands in his lap, content to let her do whatever it was she needed to do. “Mm, just after the Torchline tournament.” He offers a bit unhelpfully, quieting with a small clench of his jaw, nostrils flaring as he continues to stare as if unbothered even as her prodding has more blood bubbling up to the surface and spilling over.
The wound itself is a deep one, teeth marks having carved out a full circle of a wound – looking almost like a wild animal attack with how deep and jagged it is, especially having made it through the crisscrossed scar tissue. He clears his throat and folds his hands in his lap, content to let her do whatever it was she needed to do. “Mm, just after the Torchline tournament.” He offers a bit unhelpfully, quieting with a small clench of his jaw, nostrils flaring as he continues to stare as if unbothered even as her prodding has more blood bubbling up to the surface and spilling over.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
