Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“It’s the past.” Astaroth murmurs with all the conviction of meaning it. He isn’t going to revert, he isn’t going to let himself revert back into it. And so, he gets to experience what life would be like without someone else choosing what he believed in, and he thinks he’s better off for it.
But she explains her side and he hums a note of understanding, even as his face is half buried into the pillow, relaxing with the heat swarming through his bones. “It is.” He says a touch softer before he clears his throat to continue. “Though, I will say that a touch of love is different. I’m personally not invested in love.” It probably isn’t what she wants to hear, but its his truth. “I can visually see it between people, but I’ve never felt such a thing.” He shifts a little to roll onto his back, face tilting toward the fire. “But, it is different from a friendly touch, and that I can certainly handle.” But the one thing (aside from gore crows) that he shies away from immediately is anything sexual.
When the feeling hits, as sporadically as it does, he may indulge. But as it stands, the fact is that he doesn’t care for it at the best of times. He can be flirty and playful but with none of the follow up. And maybe that’s false advertising, but the butcher is oblivious to any moves made or how he might come off.
But she explains her side and he hums a note of understanding, even as his face is half buried into the pillow, relaxing with the heat swarming through his bones. “It is.” He says a touch softer before he clears his throat to continue. “Though, I will say that a touch of love is different. I’m personally not invested in love.” It probably isn’t what she wants to hear, but its his truth. “I can visually see it between people, but I’ve never felt such a thing.” He shifts a little to roll onto his back, face tilting toward the fire. “But, it is different from a friendly touch, and that I can certainly handle.” But the one thing (aside from gore crows) that he shies away from immediately is anything sexual.
When the feeling hits, as sporadically as it does, he may indulge. But as it stands, the fact is that he doesn’t care for it at the best of times. He can be flirty and playful but with none of the follow up. And maybe that’s false advertising, but the butcher is oblivious to any moves made or how he might come off.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
