// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Snorting lightly despite there being absolutely no humor in it whatsoever, Astaroth blinks numbly over at Isla as she apologizes, brows pinching slightly before he gets his far too heavy tongue to work again, accented tone shifting into something heavier. “I was given many freedoms.” Despite it all, but isn’t that just a Stockholm syndrome case? Yes, it was awful, but look at all the cool things I got to do, so is it truly as bad?
Letting her words fall over him in as soothing of a way as he can allow for it, he blinks away from her as she cleans the blood from his face and sits back satisfied, before his dark gaze finds her again, watching as she offers her own doctor’s orders, and he’s still stuck on the idea of wondering how deep he’d have to go to cut out the gut instinct he reverts to. A thought that occurs when it comes to the crows, too, now that he thinks about it.
But he’s getting off track and it’s with a small twist of his lips that he tries to offer her a smile. “Is there any way to speed up the process of believing people when they say exactly that?” He asks, because Danta had said much of the same, and Astaroth still, somehow, feels as though the other shoe will drop at any second.
Letting her words fall over him in as soothing of a way as he can allow for it, he blinks away from her as she cleans the blood from his face and sits back satisfied, before his dark gaze finds her again, watching as she offers her own doctor’s orders, and he’s still stuck on the idea of wondering how deep he’d have to go to cut out the gut instinct he reverts to. A thought that occurs when it comes to the crows, too, now that he thinks about it.
But he’s getting off track and it’s with a small twist of his lips that he tries to offer her a smile. “Is there any way to speed up the process of believing people when they say exactly that?” He asks, because Danta had said much of the same, and Astaroth still, somehow, feels as though the other shoe will drop at any second.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
