// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Very little, if I had to make an assumption.” Astaroth murmurs after swallowing down the bite, chuckling after at the idea of a strange cut of meat. Perhaps it wouldn’t be surprising, given that he very rarely – if ever – hid his traits. The tail occasionally, but the horns easily remain on display time and time again. If needed, they make a decent weapon. And at times, others might think he were simply Attuned. How amusing the thought becomes.
Humming a note of agreement as he rips into the flesh and muscle of the man’s chest, Astaroth takes his time to carve piece after piece using his teeth, rising and swallowing to answer politely, because he knows the rule of how rude it is to talk with ones mouth full. “Shall we plan to do this again in a warmer season?” Where the warmth of Longheat might coat their skin, and she may be able to witness him in a few less layers, with no threat of turning to stone.
As it stands, he flashes her a charming grin for her compliment. “And you are an adoring, perfect partner in crime.” He trills to her, quite content in the tag team they’ve had, even as Astaroth moves off to the side and takes more of his fill while she works toward the legs. The blade returns, as he starts to carve through the man’s arm. A gift for Danta, perhaps, if they have something to carry it in.
Her stifled laugh has his dark gaze lifting toward her, barking a little laugh as he reaches up to wipe it away in tandem, a little wink accompanying it before he withdraws after having certainly smeared the red all across the edge of her lip and part of her cheek.
Humming a note of agreement as he rips into the flesh and muscle of the man’s chest, Astaroth takes his time to carve piece after piece using his teeth, rising and swallowing to answer politely, because he knows the rule of how rude it is to talk with ones mouth full. “Shall we plan to do this again in a warmer season?” Where the warmth of Longheat might coat their skin, and she may be able to witness him in a few less layers, with no threat of turning to stone.
As it stands, he flashes her a charming grin for her compliment. “And you are an adoring, perfect partner in crime.” He trills to her, quite content in the tag team they’ve had, even as Astaroth moves off to the side and takes more of his fill while she works toward the legs. The blade returns, as he starts to carve through the man’s arm. A gift for Danta, perhaps, if they have something to carry it in.
Her stifled laugh has his dark gaze lifting toward her, barking a little laugh as he reaches up to wipe it away in tandem, a little wink accompanying it before he withdraws after having certainly smeared the red all across the edge of her lip and part of her cheek.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
