// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Despite the quiet admission Maea offers, the butcher’s laugh is a deep one that echoes off the walls as he nods his horned head. “He does hit hard.” There’s some commonality, there, reminded of their arguments and fights from even before they’d both turned to stone and became gargoyles left behind for centuries. “There, now we both share a secret we shan’t tell him.” Raising a brow playfully (because he absolutely doesn’t want Danta to know he said that the Maverick hit hard), Maea might find that the butcher is in far greater spirits than he has been before – something about getting closer to Dygra, hearing the petname from her falling onto his shoulders really seems to bring him out of his typically quiet and watchful self.
Nodding encouragingly for her own addition to the offerings, Astaroth sets his down and steps aside, arms locking easily behind him as he bows his head while Maea leaves her offering, inclining his head toward her curiously. “Perchance it is better to not ask.” It was human bones, of course, but these one had been resourcefully collected from the clinic within the Grounds, from those long since passed who’d opted to let their bodies be utilized for science, or something along those lines. He hadn’t asked.
He does lean in, though, to inspect the feather – knowing fully well what it’s from but the addition of the steel certainly lended a beauty to it. “That is a beautiful offering.” He compliments instead, settling back on his heels, his dark gaze returning to her curiously.
Nodding encouragingly for her own addition to the offerings, Astaroth sets his down and steps aside, arms locking easily behind him as he bows his head while Maea leaves her offering, inclining his head toward her curiously. “Perchance it is better to not ask.” It was human bones, of course, but these one had been resourcefully collected from the clinic within the Grounds, from those long since passed who’d opted to let their bodies be utilized for science, or something along those lines. He hadn’t asked.
He does lean in, though, to inspect the feather – knowing fully well what it’s from but the addition of the steel certainly lended a beauty to it. “That is a beautiful offering.” He compliments instead, settling back on his heels, his dark gaze returning to her curiously.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
