// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Sensing her reproach yet seeing her soften at the compliment, Astaroth tilts his head a fraction as he peers back at both of their offerings, as if debating what exactly to do with them. “I was intending on burning mine, however, you don’t have to if you would prefer not to.” He muses, hands appearing again to maneuver some of the flame from the nearby torch to guide it over toward his offering, starting with the feathers on the outside and charring them before it begins to make its way toward the fleshy heart within.
“Which, darling?” He asks, referring to the offering style or something else. “I simply had a bit of time on my hands and, despite everything, can be quite crafty.” Glancing back at her as he carefully maneuvers the flame around his offering, he flashes her an easier smile. “I had plenty of time on my hands back before, so my offerings always tended to be… Elaborate. Not that there is anything wrong with anything else.” He reiterates her comment from earlier, before expanding on the thought as well, amusement crinkling the crows feet in the edge of his dark eyes.
“Which, darling?” He asks, referring to the offering style or something else. “I simply had a bit of time on my hands and, despite everything, can be quite crafty.” Glancing back at her as he carefully maneuvers the flame around his offering, he flashes her an easier smile. “I had plenty of time on my hands back before, so my offerings always tended to be… Elaborate. Not that there is anything wrong with anything else.” He reiterates her comment from earlier, before expanding on the thought as well, amusement crinkling the crows feet in the edge of his dark eyes.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
