i don't belong among the angels // and baby that's just fine with me
Snorting in response to the gesture the Maverick makes, Astaroth is in surprisingly good spirits today as he makes his way toward the altar, playfully rolling his eyes at the display before he settles and allows Danta to guess, his grin sharpening and widening ever so slightly. Dark eyes focus on him as he approaches closer, and it isn’t until he’s done with all three guesses does the butcher reveal his favored trinket.
“Well, look at you.” He praises in a playful tone. “It is almost like you know me.” Pulling out the gift as he does, it is a combination of two of the guesses. Carefully unwrapping it, there’s almost a nest of sorts, crafted by a variety of very human like bones, decorated in the colorful plumage of ramphire feathers, and nestled within — a bloody, no longer beating, heart of a creature recently captured.
Carefully placing it amongst the offerings of the shrine, Astaroth bows his head before glancing back at Danta. “Two out of three, darling.”
“Well, look at you.” He praises in a playful tone. “It is almost like you know me.” Pulling out the gift as he does, it is a combination of two of the guesses. Carefully unwrapping it, there’s almost a nest of sorts, crafted by a variety of very human like bones, decorated in the colorful plumage of ramphire feathers, and nestled within — a bloody, no longer beating, heart of a creature recently captured.
Carefully placing it amongst the offerings of the shrine, Astaroth bows his head before glancing back at Danta. “Two out of three, darling.”
Astaroth
the things i did up there were high school // but now i'm going for my degree
