// with our one foot in the grave //
Snorting and fully ready to deny that he couldn’t possibly eat the entirety of the ring leader on his own, he and Danta both know it would be a lie. Astaroth could be quite the meal prepper when he needed to go long stretches. But, he would be cautious, once he gets his movement back, and with help he’d hopefully not get another icepick to the chest. He fully intends on being the monster in the night, whether or not the ice mage expects such a thing.
He fucked around and now he’s going to literally find out.
“I think so as well.” He admits, sinking to his knees and leeching the warmth into his darkened legs, as such that he has movement again and is no longer stuttering. The knock on the door is ignored as he braces his hands on the warmth of the stone, watching his once black fingertips shift toward a tan-grey as color returns. Allowing Danta to do whatever it is he’s doing (thinking nothing about what happened prior to this unfortunate event), he sidles over a bit to let the flames lick at his side, dipping his fingers and his toes into the fireplace in full survival mode focus.
He fucked around and now he’s going to literally find out.
“I think so as well.” He admits, sinking to his knees and leeching the warmth into his darkened legs, as such that he has movement again and is no longer stuttering. The knock on the door is ignored as he braces his hands on the warmth of the stone, watching his once black fingertips shift toward a tan-grey as color returns. Allowing Danta to do whatever it is he’s doing (thinking nothing about what happened prior to this unfortunate event), he sidles over a bit to let the flames lick at his side, dipping his fingers and his toes into the fireplace in full survival mode focus.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
