Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
There’s a hardened edge to his gaze that watches her maneuver her words around in a way he absolutely does not expect, softening ever so slightly when she insinuates that any future comparisons would not be made as such horrible things — already a bone given enough for the sudden tension in his shoulders to relax a fraction, horned head tilting as he regards the rest of what she has to say.
Nodding a short enough agreement, his arms loosen from where he’s crossed them across his chest. “That is how it sounded, yes.” Astaroth rumbles with the edge of a sigh leaking into his accented tones, gaze drifting from her for a heartbeat of a second to stare at the bonfire he continues to keep burning. “Thank you for the apology.” It still burns deep within the butcher’s subconscious, but at least for now he finds that his tongue no longer tastes like ash. And while there isn’t entirely forgiveness there yet (whether she meant it or didn’t), there is an olive branch offered for a chance at it in the future.
He doesn’t move just yet, though, continuing to watch her under the impression that she has more to say, and so he settles onto his heels a bit firmer, as if awaiting a more level headed conversation.
Nodding a short enough agreement, his arms loosen from where he’s crossed them across his chest. “That is how it sounded, yes.” Astaroth rumbles with the edge of a sigh leaking into his accented tones, gaze drifting from her for a heartbeat of a second to stare at the bonfire he continues to keep burning. “Thank you for the apology.” It still burns deep within the butcher’s subconscious, but at least for now he finds that his tongue no longer tastes like ash. And while there isn’t entirely forgiveness there yet (whether she meant it or didn’t), there is an olive branch offered for a chance at it in the future.
He doesn’t move just yet, though, continuing to watch her under the impression that she has more to say, and so he settles onto his heels a bit firmer, as if awaiting a more level headed conversation.
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
