// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Horrible.” Astaroth grimaces a little, unsure what kind of very strange things it could make him do – but again it returns back to that lack of control that he can’t function with. It’s partially why this has burned so terribly for him. As such, he hears Danta’s bark of laughter and somehow that does even more to relax the butcher from where he remains on the floor. He hadn’t overstepped. He hadn’t done anything terrible. He’d managed to work it out, even if he isn’t sure if he’d be able to fall back asleep – too worried that it might come back.
The murmured demand as Danta rises to his feet has Astaroth slowly moving, too, pulling himself up to stand with slumped shoulders and dark hair falling forward into his eyes that he tries to push back as he collects the blanket he’d taken with him in his tumble off the bed to replace it when he crawls back in, he somehow seems smaller than he always comes off. Perhaps that’s due to the sagged shoulders or the way he seems almost frail in comparison to the typical brawn strength he harbors with his height and menacing appearance, he seems like everything but the butcher of whitebrim in the moment. Anything but the Mighty Astaroth.
Even so much so that when Danta crawls in after, Astaroth’s position changes from how it had been before, shifting to take Danta’s place previously with his head nestling in against the blonde’s shoulder, forehead pressed to his neck as if to keep his teeth away from it and keep himself just as small as he had been on the floor.
The murmured demand as Danta rises to his feet has Astaroth slowly moving, too, pulling himself up to stand with slumped shoulders and dark hair falling forward into his eyes that he tries to push back as he collects the blanket he’d taken with him in his tumble off the bed to replace it when he crawls back in, he somehow seems smaller than he always comes off. Perhaps that’s due to the sagged shoulders or the way he seems almost frail in comparison to the typical brawn strength he harbors with his height and menacing appearance, he seems like everything but the butcher of whitebrim in the moment. Anything but the Mighty Astaroth.
Even so much so that when Danta crawls in after, Astaroth’s position changes from how it had been before, shifting to take Danta’s place previously with his head nestling in against the blonde’s shoulder, forehead pressed to his neck as if to keep his teeth away from it and keep himself just as small as he had been on the floor.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
