// up above so, up above so quiet //
“Indeed you can.” Astaroth agrees, taking the cane back and hooks it onto the edge of the desk that he leans against. “I assume she believes that the void will make it impossible to step past it.” But they have Dygra to help, a goddess that the two of them are fully devoted to, being her chaotic children in blood and entropy.
But either way, Danta deflates and Astaroth reaches over to brush some of the glitter from the Maverick’s shoulders, cascading it down onto himself with a wrinkle of his nose because he knows it’s never going to come back out again. “Let her stew and be angry. She was the one that started it.” He shrugs casually, trying to flick a particular piece of glitter off of his fingers. “It is nothing on you, darling. As far as I am concerned, you have been doing brilliant things for us.” Us as in the Ancients in the Grounds.
But either way, Danta deflates and Astaroth reaches over to brush some of the glitter from the Maverick’s shoulders, cascading it down onto himself with a wrinkle of his nose because he knows it’s never going to come back out again. “Let her stew and be angry. She was the one that started it.” He shrugs casually, trying to flick a particular piece of glitter off of his fingers. “It is nothing on you, darling. As far as I am concerned, you have been doing brilliant things for us.” Us as in the Ancients in the Grounds.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
