// you've got your finger on the trigger //
“Always, my dear.” Astaroth hums quite pleased, and were he attuned with the capability of preening, he might have just sprouted flowers to do just that. As it stands, though, perhaps Danta was right in the fact he should have shouted it across the room to her with how the excitement begins to bloom – the wide bright eyes, the peal of agreement after confirmation, bringing a chuckle from his throat as he nods.
He does notice how she leaps forward, but given their height difference, she settles for wrapping her arms around his middle and Astaroth bends a fraction to fully pick her up into his arms as if confirming that it was exactly the place she wished to be for the moment. “Very good.” He begins with another soft chuckle, flashing her a bright and sharp grin. “I have already left offerings at her current shrines. However, we must consecrate the ground in a way our dear Dygra would approve, as well as sate our bloodlust enough to saturate the ground.” His voice drops to a conspirator’s purr, his dark gaze focusing on her face. “I’m sure you have plenty of brilliant ideas in that beautiful head of yours?”
He does notice how she leaps forward, but given their height difference, she settles for wrapping her arms around his middle and Astaroth bends a fraction to fully pick her up into his arms as if confirming that it was exactly the place she wished to be for the moment. “Very good.” He begins with another soft chuckle, flashing her a bright and sharp grin. “I have already left offerings at her current shrines. However, we must consecrate the ground in a way our dear Dygra would approve, as well as sate our bloodlust enough to saturate the ground.” His voice drops to a conspirator’s purr, his dark gaze focusing on her face. “I’m sure you have plenty of brilliant ideas in that beautiful head of yours?”
Astaroth
// but your trigger finger's mine //
