// up above so, up above so quiet //
The idea of it is there, in the unspoken words, and Astaroth can hear it as Danta says he’ll let him know. As such, the grin that’s there remains for the moment as he delves into the idea of food, watching from his peripherals as Danta places the gift back into his box. Humming a note once he’s swallowed his sip of too sweet and spiced juice, Astaroth inclines his head again. “Do let me know when you feel up to another meal.” He had just hunted, after all, and while Astaroth finds he could eat at any time regardless, he isn’t sure how the Maverick might be.
He doesn’t dwell on it for too long, though, because the sparkle of glitter on his hand has his nose wrinkling and the subsequent brush of Danta’s hand against his cheek leaves a streak of sparkling horror, melting into the dark beard and giving it a snow like appearance in the din of the oil lamps. A scowl forms immediately and he bats away Danta’s hand with a hiss, before he stubbornly tries to wipe it off of his cheek only to spread it more. “How incredibly rude.” Astaroth petulantly whines.
He doesn’t dwell on it for too long, though, because the sparkle of glitter on his hand has his nose wrinkling and the subsequent brush of Danta’s hand against his cheek leaves a streak of sparkling horror, melting into the dark beard and giving it a snow like appearance in the din of the oil lamps. A scowl forms immediately and he bats away Danta’s hand with a hiss, before he stubbornly tries to wipe it off of his cheek only to spread it more. “How incredibly rude.” Astaroth petulantly whines.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
