so play it out, i'm wide awake, it's a scene about me
there's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay
there's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay
His arrival is easily accepted, and the butcher’s grin widens a hair of a fraction in response to her siren song – we won’t bite - which is a shame, considering he finds himself kind of hoping she does. Ah, but the answer is reassuring as it is a boon, added with the clear charm she’s bewitched him with when it comes to the compulsion over the rat. That is the true siren song, as he steps toward her, allows her all of the time in the world to appreciate his attire just as he appreciates listening to the death throws of the rOUS as it succumbs to whatever magic she’d managed to sneak under her belt.
A deep chuckle escapes him, a long forgotten Halovian accent on his tongue when he speaks. “I have always had a preference for larger beasts.” He very nearly trills, dark eyes giving her an impressed look over as well as they meet and she offers her hand, and Astaroth without missing a heartbeat – and being the gentleman that he is, swiftly takes it and presses a kiss to the back of her hand, before straightening back up to reveal those sharp, pearly teeth once more. “Astaroth. And whom might you be, my dear?” Trailing off to allow her to interject with what her name might be, Astaroth remains in that precise posture, peering down at her in devilish charm.
A deep chuckle escapes him, a long forgotten Halovian accent on his tongue when he speaks. “I have always had a preference for larger beasts.” He very nearly trills, dark eyes giving her an impressed look over as well as they meet and she offers her hand, and Astaroth without missing a heartbeat – and being the gentleman that he is, swiftly takes it and presses a kiss to the back of her hand, before straightening back up to reveal those sharp, pearly teeth once more. “Astaroth. And whom might you be, my dear?” Trailing off to allow her to interject with what her name might be, Astaroth remains in that precise posture, peering down at her in devilish charm.
Astaroth
and if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me







