// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
It’s almost funny how fast the good mood begins to fall, sliding past each and every potential ability to save itself. He should have announced who he was (and he makes a note to mention it next time), but there isn’t any surprise when Danta answers realizing he isn’t who he’s expecting, and Astaroth’s dark gaze immediately takes him in with a raised brow and the start of a laugh that very clearly turns into something else when a fucking bird (a crow of all Dygra forsaken things) settles onto the Maverick’s cowboy hat.
His heart lurches into immediate nausea, grasp slipping on the bottle of wine as it falls and collides with the floor in a shower of dark red, and Astaroth spends little time getting out of fucking sight, flattening against the wall to stare at the wall opposite, sharp teeth gnashing immediately as he tries to settle his pulse. “No thank you.” He croaks out rather than anything smart and witty, exhaling a sharp sigh as he debates whether he should just leave.
His heart lurches into immediate nausea, grasp slipping on the bottle of wine as it falls and collides with the floor in a shower of dark red, and Astaroth spends little time getting out of fucking sight, flattening against the wall to stare at the wall opposite, sharp teeth gnashing immediately as he tries to settle his pulse. “No thank you.” He croaks out rather than anything smart and witty, exhaling a sharp sigh as he debates whether he should just leave.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
