// you've got your finger on the trigger //
“More careful, I suppose.” Astaroth answers with that same sharp grin, even if it seems a little less genuine this time and a hint more closed off – one that falters ever so slightly with the raise of his brows at her bluntness – though truthfully needing it in order to understand just what Charlie is getting at.
A deep chuckle leaves him and he looks back toward the wall, a touch awkward and out of place, formulating the words in his mind as to how best to explain himself. “I have never participated in one, however... I would give it a chance for our darling Dygra.” The butcher admits, before he sweeps his dark gaze back over toward her and tilts his head. “But I must admit that I am not much of a sexual person unless the mood strikes – which is unfortunately not all that often.” The words fall from his lips a bit awkwardly, but he pushes through them in the effort to explain, to make it make sense (even if it doesn’t in the face of what Dygra stands for).
He will need some extra encouragement, which he doubts Charlie would have any difficulty in providing.
Looking around the temple once more, he finds his steps bringing him back toward her, lingering on the space where the shrine would sit and the extras that Charlie adds – vats of oil for fire, for cleansing, and truly it sounds perfect. “Lovely.” He agrees with a sharp grin. “Once LongNight is over I intend to collect obsidian from the Climb to carve into the shrine. Would you like to assist with that?” And maybe with their carving, they can carve out the space in the floor when half the world isn’t frozen where it’ll be placed.
A deep chuckle leaves him and he looks back toward the wall, a touch awkward and out of place, formulating the words in his mind as to how best to explain himself. “I have never participated in one, however... I would give it a chance for our darling Dygra.” The butcher admits, before he sweeps his dark gaze back over toward her and tilts his head. “But I must admit that I am not much of a sexual person unless the mood strikes – which is unfortunately not all that often.” The words fall from his lips a bit awkwardly, but he pushes through them in the effort to explain, to make it make sense (even if it doesn’t in the face of what Dygra stands for).
He will need some extra encouragement, which he doubts Charlie would have any difficulty in providing.
Looking around the temple once more, he finds his steps bringing him back toward her, lingering on the space where the shrine would sit and the extras that Charlie adds – vats of oil for fire, for cleansing, and truly it sounds perfect. “Lovely.” He agrees with a sharp grin. “Once LongNight is over I intend to collect obsidian from the Climb to carve into the shrine. Would you like to assist with that?” And maybe with their carving, they can carve out the space in the floor when half the world isn’t frozen where it’ll be placed.
Astaroth
// but your trigger finger's mine //
