/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
“You do realize that there are rules, don’t you?” Astaroth answers, tone a bit more clipped as more of his Whitebrim accent slips out. “At least set the record straight, Maea, he was a horrible person.” Comes the follow up answer, pausing to get around a group of people on the trek back to his room.
He pauses at the door to open it, because of course he’d had the key and when she’d left the door had been unlocked, and it creaks on its hinges as it opens further to display the fireplace and the warmth of his room. “Do me a favor. The next time you want to follow me knowing what I am and what I do, then judge me — so very harshly, mind you — just don’t. Especially when I have been so kind and patient with you and have helped wherever I fucking could.” He stares into his room with absolutely zero relief in his shoulders now, a rare curse escaping him as his proper speech blends with the traditional tones of Whitebrim. “I do not need nor want your criticism from the high horse you’ve nailed yourself to.”
With those parting words, Astaroth’s boots thunk against the floor heavily as he enters his room and closes the door behind him, snuffing out the sounds from the rest of the Dusklight.
He pauses at the door to open it, because of course he’d had the key and when she’d left the door had been unlocked, and it creaks on its hinges as it opens further to display the fireplace and the warmth of his room. “Do me a favor. The next time you want to follow me knowing what I am and what I do, then judge me — so very harshly, mind you — just don’t. Especially when I have been so kind and patient with you and have helped wherever I fucking could.” He stares into his room with absolutely zero relief in his shoulders now, a rare curse escaping him as his proper speech blends with the traditional tones of Whitebrim. “I do not need nor want your criticism from the high horse you’ve nailed yourself to.”
With those parting words, Astaroth’s boots thunk against the floor heavily as he enters his room and closes the door behind him, snuffing out the sounds from the rest of the Dusklight.
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
