// up above so, up above so quiet //
“I am honored.” He hums, though knowing the jest for what it is. It makes it easier for others to be less aware of the happenstances, of what kind of dark things occur under people’s noses. As such, the butcher has done quite well concealing any leftovers (blood, parts, pieces, all of it) and keeping it as fresh as possible. So perhaps, rather than spending the time in Danta’s room (oh how he’d mourn the fireplace, though), a night spent in his room would be best.
And if it weren’t for the glitter he might have started daydreaming about the blood.
Instead, he’s batting away the other man’s glittery hand and… All of him, honestly, when the true threat underlines and Astaroth pins Danta with a daring devilish look. “Do not do that.” The last thing he needs is his clothes permanently ruined from the glitter that never fucking leaves. But there’s a slight compliment within it and Astaroth rubs at the clean part of his face, hand delving up through his slicked black hair to press against one of his horns as if wearily. “Oh good. Because that is precisely what I aim for.” Fetching? Absolutely. Glittery like a poster when he throws someone out? Less so.
And if it weren’t for the glitter he might have started daydreaming about the blood.
Instead, he’s batting away the other man’s glittery hand and… All of him, honestly, when the true threat underlines and Astaroth pins Danta with a daring devilish look. “Do not do that.” The last thing he needs is his clothes permanently ruined from the glitter that never fucking leaves. But there’s a slight compliment within it and Astaroth rubs at the clean part of his face, hand delving up through his slicked black hair to press against one of his horns as if wearily. “Oh good. Because that is precisely what I aim for.” Fetching? Absolutely. Glittery like a poster when he throws someone out? Less so.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
