// up above so, up above so quiet //
“I can hide it.” He drawls with a certain certainty that might have Danta question what he gets up to in the dark hours of the night. But as it stands, the Maverick wars with himself over whether or not to say what happened and Astaroth is nothing but patient to listen for whatever decision is made. If he didn’t wish to tell him, the butcher wouldn’t push it. But he is pleased to hear the vent when it occurs, at least until the end when his nose wrinkles and his brows pinch, and any trace of a charming sharp smile is gone.
Clearing his throat, he tries to figure out where to fucking start. “She has harbored concerns that keeping the Last Whisper safe from those dreadful creatures would simply be a barrier of sorts as she had when she grew up.” It isn’t an excuse nor an explanation, but something that she had mentioned previously regarding cages. But to say it to someone like the blonde beside him, that’s where it ticks a nerve for the butcher, too. “However, she does not know you well enough to know that despite how she may view you, that is the last thing you would do.” He muses, shaking his head. “Her stubbornness may get her killed again.” Not by them, but by the recklessness with which she plays with her life.
Clearing his throat, he tries to figure out where to fucking start. “She has harbored concerns that keeping the Last Whisper safe from those dreadful creatures would simply be a barrier of sorts as she had when she grew up.” It isn’t an excuse nor an explanation, but something that she had mentioned previously regarding cages. But to say it to someone like the blonde beside him, that’s where it ticks a nerve for the butcher, too. “However, she does not know you well enough to know that despite how she may view you, that is the last thing you would do.” He muses, shaking his head. “Her stubbornness may get her killed again.” Not by them, but by the recklessness with which she plays with her life.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
