Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
She had been surprisingly vulnerable tonight, though he assumes it has to do with the alcohol, and as such – being the gentleman he is – he’s glad despite everything that he didn’t let her turn to stone on her wobbly walk home amongst the snow, even if he is sleeping on the floor in front of the fireplace. He’s even happier still that things had been smoothed over, sharing pieces of each other enough that she didn’t shy away from his presence and what he represented, even if their ideals were different.
As such, he’s half asleep by the time her goodnight colors the air between them, and it’s with a sleep saturated, deep accented voice that he offers his response. “Goodnight, Maea, darling.” It’s quieter, but with enough consciousness before he sinks into a fire warmed slumber, comfortable and exhausted.
- FIN <333
As such, he’s half asleep by the time her goodnight colors the air between them, and it’s with a sleep saturated, deep accented voice that he offers his response. “Goodnight, Maea, darling.” It’s quieter, but with enough consciousness before he sinks into a fire warmed slumber, comfortable and exhausted.
- FIN <333
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
