// up above so, up above so quiet //
“I will keep it in mind.” He hums, in between bites and pieces torn from the carcass, satisfaction pouring from him like a feline, despite not harboring that shift anymore. But he could entirely fool anyone watching. Especially as he hums his meditated relief, the relaxation evident in his shoulders, so much so that Danta’s sudden shift to violence doesn’t even phase him.
He simply sits there nibbling on another bite of muscle, watching like it’s nothing more than a show, until Danta sits back. “The bites are already there. I imagine you could desecrate further, for however much more it might help.” He says casually, even as he sidles a bit closer, bloodied hand lifting to run warm, copper slick fingers along Danta’s bloodied chin, tilting his head toward the Butcher.
“The kill is yours, Dantalion, darling.” He purrs in a gentler tone, dark brow rising. “You control what happens to it.” Whether it be destruction or devouring or nothing else, Astaroth doesn’t care. He’s satisfied as can be, but something tells him he needs to make sure that Danta can be satisfied, too.
He simply sits there nibbling on another bite of muscle, watching like it’s nothing more than a show, until Danta sits back. “The bites are already there. I imagine you could desecrate further, for however much more it might help.” He says casually, even as he sidles a bit closer, bloodied hand lifting to run warm, copper slick fingers along Danta’s bloodied chin, tilting his head toward the Butcher.
“The kill is yours, Dantalion, darling.” He purrs in a gentler tone, dark brow rising. “You control what happens to it.” Whether it be destruction or devouring or nothing else, Astaroth doesn’t care. He’s satisfied as can be, but something tells him he needs to make sure that Danta can be satisfied, too.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
