// with our one foot in the grave //
Even if Maea stews, Astaroth’s mind is an open expanse of everything other than the argument. Notably, his subconscious screaming out at him in case he’d forgotten to leave a note claiming where he would be. But instead of dwelling on it, he continues to walk, taking in everything he can around them and counting the gemstones in his pocket one after another after another, again and again, until he knows which gemstone is which based solely off of feel.
He steps aside to let her in, though, to take in the area and his gaze scans it in a sweeping motion as well. It’s harder to see here, with how little veins of magma appear in the rockery, but it’s still something, and when he finds nothing again but more tunnels, he turns back toward Maea to notice that she’s not where she had been before. No, because there was a fucking rock slider coiled around her and the wheeze that echoes as she drops immediately sets Astaroth on alert. “Absolutely fucking not.” Comes his accented growl, the tone dropping some of his typical politeness as he rushes over.
Flipping the cane, Astaroth uses it to pry at the main coil, giving him a moment to reach into his boot and draw the knife from his shoe. Pulling the cane out to hand to her to use for the moment, he utilizes his strength and both hands to pry the head away from where it could continue to coil around the pale Ancient, hopefully enough to sink his blade between its eyes.
He steps aside to let her in, though, to take in the area and his gaze scans it in a sweeping motion as well. It’s harder to see here, with how little veins of magma appear in the rockery, but it’s still something, and when he finds nothing again but more tunnels, he turns back toward Maea to notice that she’s not where she had been before. No, because there was a fucking rock slider coiled around her and the wheeze that echoes as she drops immediately sets Astaroth on alert. “Absolutely fucking not.” Comes his accented growl, the tone dropping some of his typical politeness as he rushes over.
Flipping the cane, Astaroth uses it to pry at the main coil, giving him a moment to reach into his boot and draw the knife from his shoe. Pulling the cane out to hand to her to use for the moment, he utilizes his strength and both hands to pry the head away from where it could continue to coil around the pale Ancient, hopefully enough to sink his blade between its eyes.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
