// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
His grin sharpens, amusement flaring in his dark gaze as they part to literally play the part. He settles while she’s gone, and the second voices make their announcement he snuffs out the flame, ensconced in shadows once again. His nose wrinkles in the shadows to hear the confident hum of the man’s voice, but as they come into view and Charlie dashes to him, one of Astaroth’s hands rises adoringly to her. “My darling girl, how lucky you are to have found help.” He praises in a faux hint of pain, remaining just in the shadows enough to let his other arm gesture to the leg “trapped” beneath the tree.
“Thank you, sir. I think I can kick it off if you help by reaching right here.” He gestures to the young man in a way that seems to suggest if he leans over Astaroth’s leg just enough to help “push” the tree off, it’ll work wonders to help free him. In reality, though, it’s a prime example of leaving oneself vulnerable, bent in a way that makes it difficult to move once snared, and given how naïve the young man looks, Astaroth thinks that they’ve certainly got the fish on the hook.
So much so, in fact, that he lets the young man get into position while his other arm squeezes Charlie in a signal of now, withdrawing the not trapped leg in a quickness that will hopefully land in the man’s temple region, dazing him enough they can pin him to the snow.
“Thank you, sir. I think I can kick it off if you help by reaching right here.” He gestures to the young man in a way that seems to suggest if he leans over Astaroth’s leg just enough to help “push” the tree off, it’ll work wonders to help free him. In reality, though, it’s a prime example of leaving oneself vulnerable, bent in a way that makes it difficult to move once snared, and given how naïve the young man looks, Astaroth thinks that they’ve certainly got the fish on the hook.
So much so, in fact, that he lets the young man get into position while his other arm squeezes Charlie in a signal of now, withdrawing the not trapped leg in a quickness that will hopefully land in the man’s temple region, dazing him enough they can pin him to the snow.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
