// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“I don’t know. Or care.” Astaroth grumbles, head tilting just enough to press his bearded chin to Danta’s stomach, peering up at him with annoyance flickering in his gaze. He debates whether or not to recount the entire ordeal, tail flickering with more of his frustration, arms shifting to wind around Danta’s middle and squeeze a little.
Humming a note of agreement he makes to withdraw somewhat, reaching up to tug at his horn momentarily. “She told me that the consequences of my actions would catch up with me from the ones that wiped Whitebrim off the map, as if I didn’t leave my own fucking home before it started getting brainless.” He drawls, rolling his eyes, before a groan of annoyance escapes him again and he moves to lay back onto the bed, puzzle pieces spreading out across the bed even more.
“She said she quits the family or whatever. That she didn’t want to be an Ancient if it meant becoming like us.” He says before a soft laugh escapes him at the fact it was even a thing she thought she could do. “It isn’t even that bad being like us.”
Humming a note of agreement he makes to withdraw somewhat, reaching up to tug at his horn momentarily. “She told me that the consequences of my actions would catch up with me from the ones that wiped Whitebrim off the map, as if I didn’t leave my own fucking home before it started getting brainless.” He drawls, rolling his eyes, before a groan of annoyance escapes him again and he moves to lay back onto the bed, puzzle pieces spreading out across the bed even more.
“She said she quits the family or whatever. That she didn’t want to be an Ancient if it meant becoming like us.” He says before a soft laugh escapes him at the fact it was even a thing she thought she could do. “It isn’t even that bad being like us.”
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
