// up above so, up above so quiet //
He carries him with such reverence that it’s almost a wonder that Astaroth isn’t letting himself think about the reasoning for it and the thoughts behind it. His subconscious deciding to treat nice like a dog might, in order to keep the nice thing it’s been given. So they walk and the antler shed is dropped and as Dantalion appreciates the cold, bone white material and promptly ruins it with blood as intended, Astaroth flashes one of those traditional sharp toothed grins. “So large it took both of us to bring it down.” He purrs with confidence.
As they approach the other side of the Domiciles, he does let Danta down, now that it seems like he’s back to his usual self. And he takes the antler back to admire, once noting the people out and about ahead of them. “Of course, my dear.” He drawls, falling into step with the Maverick as they make their approach. “Perhaps we should have kept some of it to make deer jerky?” He suggests loud enough for the people walking up ahead to hear, before holding up the antler and twisting it this way and that. “Though this is quite the trophy, mm?”
As they approach the other side of the Domiciles, he does let Danta down, now that it seems like he’s back to his usual self. And he takes the antler back to admire, once noting the people out and about ahead of them. “Of course, my dear.” He drawls, falling into step with the Maverick as they make their approach. “Perhaps we should have kept some of it to make deer jerky?” He suggests loud enough for the people walking up ahead to hear, before holding up the antler and twisting it this way and that. “Though this is quite the trophy, mm?”
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
