// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
What a trek it had been to get here, honestly. Not only was he still recovering, but he’d gone to retrieve a gift, get himself put mostly back together, feeling leagues better than he had a few days ago, when he reaches her door only to hear that she’s gone out for the day. After asking around a bit more, the direction is clear, and the second Astaroth arrives on the beach he realizes it is not walking distance so much as it is boating distance.
The gentleman in him can’t simply leave it be, though, and so with some charming little comments, he’s mercifully garnered some amount of pity from one of the locals to take him over on his boat, imagining that Isla likely had her own out here.
He’s proven right as he spies the boat and waves away the other crew that had taken him over, stepping through the sand and over protruding bones toward her as she reaches her own boat. “Isla, darling, it was an adventure to find you.” He says, only a hint out of breath as he draws up – no coat in sight at the moment, but a bag in his arms and a nice buttoned up shirt where the stitches and bandages can only be seen in brief flashes of movement. “What a wonderfully awful place you’ve slipped away to.” He teases her lightly, but leaves enough space for her to welcome him in should she wish to.
Part of him doesn’t blame her if she does turn away, given how much he’s come to her for her skills and nothing else, despite the promise he’d do better. It’s what brings him today, after all.
The gentleman in him can’t simply leave it be, though, and so with some charming little comments, he’s mercifully garnered some amount of pity from one of the locals to take him over on his boat, imagining that Isla likely had her own out here.
He’s proven right as he spies the boat and waves away the other crew that had taken him over, stepping through the sand and over protruding bones toward her as she reaches her own boat. “Isla, darling, it was an adventure to find you.” He says, only a hint out of breath as he draws up – no coat in sight at the moment, but a bag in his arms and a nice buttoned up shirt where the stitches and bandages can only be seen in brief flashes of movement. “What a wonderfully awful place you’ve slipped away to.” He teases her lightly, but leaves enough space for her to welcome him in should she wish to.
Part of him doesn’t blame her if she does turn away, given how much he’s come to her for her skills and nothing else, despite the promise he’d do better. It’s what brings him today, after all.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
