// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“It is, and yes I did know that.” It sates him enough to manage being good while living here in the Grounds, even if the taste was so far off everything else. The snap is truly the best part, as far as the butcher was concerned. Regardless, Danta knocks back the glass and gestures for a refill which Astaroth is happy to provide, relaxed as he is for the moment that Moira is trapped within her bonded’s arms.
Once the glass is poured again and handed back to Danta, Astaroth focuses back on the raven, head tilting slightly as their eyes meet and he sucks in another breath only to exhale it slowly and boldly let Danta’s words wash over him as he reaches out to run a finger along her stomach gently, pressing against the slick and smooth feathers on Moira’s chest. “Is it nice?” To share that mental space, that is. He doesn’t know how well he would handle it personally, too controlling over his own mind and anything that may invade it.
Once the glass is poured again and handed back to Danta, Astaroth focuses back on the raven, head tilting slightly as their eyes meet and he sucks in another breath only to exhale it slowly and boldly let Danta’s words wash over him as he reaches out to run a finger along her stomach gently, pressing against the slick and smooth feathers on Moira’s chest. “Is it nice?” To share that mental space, that is. He doesn’t know how well he would handle it personally, too controlling over his own mind and anything that may invade it.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
