Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Astaroth finds exhaustion lingering in his bones now too, especially as he warms by the fire, humming a note of acceptance to her comment. “I shall.” He doesn’t know what all it entails just yet, but when given the chance to he certainly would. That’s what friends did, wasn’t it? Either way, he soaks up the heat like the lizards the Ancients are, his tail flicking comfortably behind him as he settles and she settles back in the bed, and it takes just a few moments longer (enough that she starts to speak again) that Astaroth rouses himself from the warmth and comfort of the fireplace.
Adding one more log to ensure it stays hot throughout the night, he stands and slips the footstool back into its space, shaking his head to her apology. “It’s alright. I have had worse.” He offers, flashing her a more tired smile this time, before he starts to pick up the blankets to his makeshift bed, wrapping it around his middle under his arms where he might be able to leach more of the warmth from the fireplace. “Besides, it was more akin to… A lively debate than an argument.” At least, to him, which likely goes to show just how surprisingly level headed the butcher is.
Adding one more log to ensure it stays hot throughout the night, he stands and slips the footstool back into its space, shaking his head to her apology. “It’s alright. I have had worse.” He offers, flashing her a more tired smile this time, before he starts to pick up the blankets to his makeshift bed, wrapping it around his middle under his arms where he might be able to leach more of the warmth from the fireplace. “Besides, it was more akin to… A lively debate than an argument.” At least, to him, which likely goes to show just how surprisingly level headed the butcher is.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
