// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He tries to think back to the last time he’d shared a hunt like this with someone and somehow comes up empty, which makes it all that much more bittersweet to have Charlie here, playing such a perfect part. He leaves her to it, content to continue his cuts, driving the blade deeper the further down it goes, and before he knows it the man’s chest is bared to them, blood dripping off of the sides in a sickly sweet steam that Astaroth embraces wholly.
The blade lifts to run the sides along his tongue, lapping up everything he can from the metal, because now there’s nothing in the way of pure traditional teeth and hands. Something, in fact, that Astaroth gets to quite quickly compared to the slow descent into the bloodlust he’s gotten. This is where the butcher comes into play, hands coating in blood as he flays the man’s chest open, steam pouring into the open air, dark eyes flicking up toward Charlie and the other man’s head, wondering how long he’ll suffer through this.
But caring little in how he bites down on a piece of that flayed flesh and tears it away with his sharp teeth.
The blade lifts to run the sides along his tongue, lapping up everything he can from the metal, because now there’s nothing in the way of pure traditional teeth and hands. Something, in fact, that Astaroth gets to quite quickly compared to the slow descent into the bloodlust he’s gotten. This is where the butcher comes into play, hands coating in blood as he flays the man’s chest open, steam pouring into the open air, dark eyes flicking up toward Charlie and the other man’s head, wondering how long he’ll suffer through this.
But caring little in how he bites down on a piece of that flayed flesh and tears it away with his sharp teeth.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
