// up above so, up above so quiet //
“Of course.” Astaroth hums, inclining his head in a silent vow that he would not let it catch fire. The touch of the other man’s tail against his lower back is gentle, though felt well enough through the silken shirt, and it sparks the twitch of the corner of his lips upward. Keeping the Dusklight from catching fire was quite easy. So much so that Astaroth has had enough time to actually get the glitter off of his cheek (though not entirely out of his beard), but he’s satisfied enough for the moment as he remains a watchful gargoyle for however long it take Danta and his distractions to take.
It gives him plenty of time to think about it though, listing out the options, until the Maverick’s return in a new set of clothes and without the horrendous glitter. He spots the dark glitter of anticipation, and truthfully he’d thought about warming up the blood and the gift, before he realizes that it would be better to do the real thing. And he thinks back briefly to how free and open he had felt with Charlie, indulging within it with the blonde and enjoying every single ounce of the action. “As a matter of fact, I do.” He drawls with that crooked sharp grin blooming. “It’s your turn to watch, I will be back.” He murmurs, before departing to his room.
His quick change is not long in the slightest – swapping his typical dark and broody attire for that of dark black pants and a smooth, pristine white shirt, along with a less fine coat that he doesn’t mind getting dirty, leaving the cane back in his room. Returning to Danta’s side like a nun to his priest, he flashes an easy grin and starts to head toward the door. “We have had a series of traveling performers and merchants coming through and departing as of late.” He starts to say in a deep whisper, for the Maverick’s ears only, before he continues. “Now, the merchants have already been hit once so it would be best to leave them be. But the performers… They have a few hands that I’ve noticed the true acts don’t care much for.” So why would they care if one of the brawny men went missing? Based off of how they were received in the Dusklight, he imagines it would be nothing more than chalking it up to chance or the cold and getting lost more than any true issues.
"Thoughts, darling?" He asks, cocking his head toward the Maverick.
It gives him plenty of time to think about it though, listing out the options, until the Maverick’s return in a new set of clothes and without the horrendous glitter. He spots the dark glitter of anticipation, and truthfully he’d thought about warming up the blood and the gift, before he realizes that it would be better to do the real thing. And he thinks back briefly to how free and open he had felt with Charlie, indulging within it with the blonde and enjoying every single ounce of the action. “As a matter of fact, I do.” He drawls with that crooked sharp grin blooming. “It’s your turn to watch, I will be back.” He murmurs, before departing to his room.
His quick change is not long in the slightest – swapping his typical dark and broody attire for that of dark black pants and a smooth, pristine white shirt, along with a less fine coat that he doesn’t mind getting dirty, leaving the cane back in his room. Returning to Danta’s side like a nun to his priest, he flashes an easy grin and starts to head toward the door. “We have had a series of traveling performers and merchants coming through and departing as of late.” He starts to say in a deep whisper, for the Maverick’s ears only, before he continues. “Now, the merchants have already been hit once so it would be best to leave them be. But the performers… They have a few hands that I’ve noticed the true acts don’t care much for.” So why would they care if one of the brawny men went missing? Based off of how they were received in the Dusklight, he imagines it would be nothing more than chalking it up to chance or the cold and getting lost more than any true issues.
"Thoughts, darling?" He asks, cocking his head toward the Maverick.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
