so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
Inclining his head toward the other Ancient, Asta flashes a sharp toothed smile of confirmation toward Isar. “I certainly cannot blame you for that.” He murmurs, as if he might make the same call had he not had prior obligations and responsibilities (and the fact that he was growing into being quite a familiar face amongst the Grounders, in which he was more than happy to feel like he belonged somewhere).
He collects his bag of trinkets and the carefully wrapped hand, ensuring he’s mostly clean from anything that might remain, and with taking enough feathers from the Ramphire previously to fill a glass jar, Astaroth is quite settled and feels prepared for the trek back home. “I will reach out when I learn more.” Inclining his head toward the other man, he takes his leave – content to leave the rest of the bones behind amongst the cavern of Rae’s Fingers.
- FIN <33
He collects his bag of trinkets and the carefully wrapped hand, ensuring he’s mostly clean from anything that might remain, and with taking enough feathers from the Ramphire previously to fill a glass jar, Astaroth is quite settled and feels prepared for the trek back home. “I will reach out when I learn more.” Inclining his head toward the other man, he takes his leave – content to leave the rest of the bones behind amongst the cavern of Rae’s Fingers.
- FIN <33
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
