i don't belong among the angels // and baby that's just fine with me
“Gods.” Astaroth says as he promptly imagines it, huffing a laugh and shaking his head. “Let us just be thankful my name does include A’s, mm darling?” He asks with another snort, shifting a little to settle in beside the Maverick, grabbing his knife and handing it to him with the expectant look of someone that seems to be saying new beginnings, right?
The grin returns to his face as he sees the first mark go into the sigil, ruining it from what it had once been, and with a glimmer of eagerness in his dark gaze does he focus on watching the Maverick shift and move to write his name into the stone. Once Danta is satisfied with it and the name remains etched into the gemstone, Astaroth’s hand moves to rest gently on the blonde’s shoulder. “Perfect.” He hums, flashing that same sharp toothed grin, but something a hint more nostalgic within it.
“Now, are there any other sigils?” He asks, looking around as if he might be able to spot them by sight, perfectly ready to remove every single trace of Morax from this very room.
The grin returns to his face as he sees the first mark go into the sigil, ruining it from what it had once been, and with a glimmer of eagerness in his dark gaze does he focus on watching the Maverick shift and move to write his name into the stone. Once Danta is satisfied with it and the name remains etched into the gemstone, Astaroth’s hand moves to rest gently on the blonde’s shoulder. “Perfect.” He hums, flashing that same sharp toothed grin, but something a hint more nostalgic within it.
“Now, are there any other sigils?” He asks, looking around as if he might be able to spot them by sight, perfectly ready to remove every single trace of Morax from this very room.
Astaroth
the things i did up there were high school // but now i'm going for my degree
