// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“It has been a cultivated taste.” He smirks to her, hiding it behind the raise of the cup again, letting it soothe away any dull aches and pains. In truth, it had taken a lot of time to get where he is in terms of his alternate shifts, a man from Whitebrim with little to no knowledge of social qualms. The Climb, despite its brutality, had saved him, given him a time and place to learn and adapt and change, and perhaps that’s another reason why he feels as though he has no right to complain about the things endured.
Humming a little at the idea of sea panthers and Ludo, Astaroth nods his head, reaching up with the wounded arm to brush back the dark hair that threatens to fall into his face, tucking it neatly behind one of the pronged, fiery hued, oil sheened horns. “You have?” He asks, turning the conversation toward her. He’d never followed Ludo. He’d never followed any of the other gods before Dygra, content to be a spiritual vagabond.
His smile remains just as sharp at her comment, though, nodding his head in agreement. “I hope to not see you there any time soon as well.” Said on the air of a chuckle.
Humming a little at the idea of sea panthers and Ludo, Astaroth nods his head, reaching up with the wounded arm to brush back the dark hair that threatens to fall into his face, tucking it neatly behind one of the pronged, fiery hued, oil sheened horns. “You have?” He asks, turning the conversation toward her. He’d never followed Ludo. He’d never followed any of the other gods before Dygra, content to be a spiritual vagabond.
His smile remains just as sharp at her comment, though, nodding his head in agreement. “I hope to not see you there any time soon as well.” Said on the air of a chuckle.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
