/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
“It would be good for you.” Astaroth comments, flashing her a toothy smile that she doesn’t see as she hunkers down into the bed on top of the blankets. He doesn’t say anything else, and instead moves to shed out of the shirt he currently wears, folding it neatly before he snatches up a white shirt, one a bit less fine and far more comfortable (and much easier to clean), before slipping it on and heading toward where Maea lays.
Tugging up the blanket over her, he turns toward the door. “I shan’t be long.” Comes the quiet murmur, leaving the cane behind in his room before he steps out of the bedroom and closes the door behind him. Still threaded with tension, a quick dip to the bar to tell them where he’s going, and Astaroth vanishes toward the prison in bundles of clothes, quite easily despite the cold that chases after him.
Tugging up the blanket over her, he turns toward the door. “I shan’t be long.” Comes the quiet murmur, leaving the cane behind in his room before he steps out of the bedroom and closes the door behind him. Still threaded with tension, a quick dip to the bar to tell them where he’s going, and Astaroth vanishes toward the prison in bundles of clothes, quite easily despite the cold that chases after him.
Astaroth
i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
