/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
Snorting to her comments, Astaroth remains standing there with his perfect posture, that same dark brow raised, head tilting slightly as he regards her and the fit she’s currently having. “You made the choice to become an Ancient just as you had the choice to come back as an Ascended. And yet, you still cannot come to terms with change?” His head tilts, dark eyes still taking her in even as she unclasps the cloak and tosses it at him, to which the butcher immediately begins to fold it neatly and drape it over his arm.
“You know, Maea, darling, for as much as you wish to have companionship and closeness with others, it’s quite evident you simply want a clone of yourself.” He chuckles humorlessly after she starts to step away. “Nobody will meet the standards you put on them. So either you remain alone or you come to terms with the fact that people will think and act differently than you wish them to.” He doesn’t stop her from leaving. Either she’ll realize her mistake and find warmth somewhere, or simply turn back to stone.
At this point, he’s tired of the constant judgment.
“You know, Maea, darling, for as much as you wish to have companionship and closeness with others, it’s quite evident you simply want a clone of yourself.” He chuckles humorlessly after she starts to step away. “Nobody will meet the standards you put on them. So either you remain alone or you come to terms with the fact that people will think and act differently than you wish them to.” He doesn’t stop her from leaving. Either she’ll realize her mistake and find warmth somewhere, or simply turn back to stone.
At this point, he’s tired of the constant judgment.
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
