Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
He wasn’t upset. If anything, he was slowly getting comfortable, curling back up into that little nest of blankets and a pillow on the floor, keeping the warmth of the fireplace aimed at the painful shoulder and letting it do its work to lull him. However, he doesn’t expect her to speak, and when she does and feels far more open about sharing, Astaroth hums a little in understanding. “That makes sense.” The fact that it had doubled in intensity, even however much that was a pain to deal with and get used to again.
But she tacks on the last bit that Asta can relate to all too much, and it’s that which he latches onto as he nestles onto the pillow. “I also don't like to be touched.” He offers a little (hopefully) helpfully. “There was a time where I was utilized only for punishment and could rarely trust myself enough to be in proximity with someone without hurting them. Danta is changing that, though.” He admits with a soft little snort, reaching up to rub at his face a little. “I’ve found that dipping one's toes in now and then makes it easier to stay in the water for longer stretches of time.” He says before he, too, yawns.
But she tacks on the last bit that Asta can relate to all too much, and it’s that which he latches onto as he nestles onto the pillow. “I also don't like to be touched.” He offers a little (hopefully) helpfully. “There was a time where I was utilized only for punishment and could rarely trust myself enough to be in proximity with someone without hurting them. Danta is changing that, though.” He admits with a soft little snort, reaching up to rub at his face a little. “I’ve found that dipping one's toes in now and then makes it easier to stay in the water for longer stretches of time.” He says before he, too, yawns.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
