i don't belong among the angels // and baby that's just fine with me
They will figure out just how to break up this dreadful tie, but for now Astaroth is content to observe and root for players internally, remaining as a shadow to the Maverick as the tournament takes its rises and falls – and by falls, the near death experiences laid out on the field, watching as the one demigod he did meet (that’s you, Ronin) moves to quite literally save lives.
Deimos becomes the victor, though, and Astaroth claps once he’s finished his light drink, immediately moving to stand once Danta has and stretched out. “We shall.” Astaroth murmurs, content to follow the Maverick up through Haulani proper, away from the commotion of the tournament.
Asta out!
Deimos becomes the victor, though, and Astaroth claps once he’s finished his light drink, immediately moving to stand once Danta has and stretched out. “We shall.” Astaroth murmurs, content to follow the Maverick up through Haulani proper, away from the commotion of the tournament.
Asta out!
Astaroth
the things i did up there were high school // but now i'm going for my degree
