// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“It is often the prey.” Astaroth murmurs his agreement – the ones who write the fairytales, the soft ones that didn’t go out to face and slay the demons at their doors. There was a time and place to be a ‘monster’ as far as Astaroth was concerned, but it was far more important and impressive to keep one guessing. Don’t show all your cards and you may surprise someone.
Either way, he does use the hand that isn’t on her own to write down a little note about the collars that Dygra had made, certainly wanting to bring it up to Danta later out of pure curiosity of his thoughts. As such, he follows along her thought process unbeknownst to him and hums a little “I imagine you had plenty of bird cages around?” Flashing that sharp toothed grin back her way briefly as he sets the pen down once more.
Her fingers wiggle beneath his and Asta’s head tilts a little toward her, charmed as ever by her. “Would you perhaps be inclined to start tonight?” The smile shifts a little with his own feral hunger, dark brow rising as he scans her face, though assuming she’d be all the more excited for it.
Either way, he does use the hand that isn’t on her own to write down a little note about the collars that Dygra had made, certainly wanting to bring it up to Danta later out of pure curiosity of his thoughts. As such, he follows along her thought process unbeknownst to him and hums a little “I imagine you had plenty of bird cages around?” Flashing that sharp toothed grin back her way briefly as he sets the pen down once more.
Her fingers wiggle beneath his and Asta’s head tilts a little toward her, charmed as ever by her. “Would you perhaps be inclined to start tonight?” The smile shifts a little with his own feral hunger, dark brow rising as he scans her face, though assuming she’d be all the more excited for it.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
