// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Flashing her another grin, he leans a little into Charlie’s touch. “That’s the goal, darling.” And yes, to anyone that would watch it would come off as flirtatious, but there was genuine happiness in being in the petite woman’s presence and her bubbly personality that even Astaroth melts around – not that he’d wish for many to find out. He suddenly thinks that if she told him to jump, he would. And isn’t that a somewhat frightening thought for the butcher?
Her correction and huff are responded to with a hum of acknowledgement, Astaroth chuckling shortly after even as his nose wrinkles at the idea. “Terrible, I know.” He sighs woefully. “I think they tend to envision themselves as monsters should they give in.” Which they weren’t. Predators, of course, but monsters? No. Even if he jested recently about being a monster in the night. That’s beside the point.
Raising his brows as she offers her own tidbit, Astaroth whistles out a little impressed note, though he can’t imagine having ever been put into that situation. He wouldn’t, though, given that he’d never taken issue with satisfying himself with the bloodlust. In fact, he looked forward to it. “I had no idea one could lock another into their shift.” The glittering thoughts in his dark gaze seem to be quite open to the idea, though, the potential of it.
Not that he’d get any use out of it around here. And it seems like everyone and their mother had gore crow shifts and he wasn’t about to try and maneuver that.
“He does, in his own way.” Astaroth sighs, snorting a little agreement over Dantalion’s ability to dress himself. He’s pleased someone else has caught on. So much so that he reaches up with his other hand to squeeze her own that’s on his arm with an easy grin. “You will be the first call, Charlie. Though, something tells me you’d likely enjoy being there in the first place. Which I certainly can arrange.”
Her correction and huff are responded to with a hum of acknowledgement, Astaroth chuckling shortly after even as his nose wrinkles at the idea. “Terrible, I know.” He sighs woefully. “I think they tend to envision themselves as monsters should they give in.” Which they weren’t. Predators, of course, but monsters? No. Even if he jested recently about being a monster in the night. That’s beside the point.
Raising his brows as she offers her own tidbit, Astaroth whistles out a little impressed note, though he can’t imagine having ever been put into that situation. He wouldn’t, though, given that he’d never taken issue with satisfying himself with the bloodlust. In fact, he looked forward to it. “I had no idea one could lock another into their shift.” The glittering thoughts in his dark gaze seem to be quite open to the idea, though, the potential of it.
Not that he’d get any use out of it around here. And it seems like everyone and their mother had gore crow shifts and he wasn’t about to try and maneuver that.
“He does, in his own way.” Astaroth sighs, snorting a little agreement over Dantalion’s ability to dress himself. He’s pleased someone else has caught on. So much so that he reaches up with his other hand to squeeze her own that’s on his arm with an easy grin. “You will be the first call, Charlie. Though, something tells me you’d likely enjoy being there in the first place. Which I certainly can arrange.”
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
