// with our one foot in the grave //
“Fuck you.” Astaroth chuckles just as affectionately as anything else, amusement glittering in his gaze as they finish the origami and it settles in their hands, each one a pale white crow. Sighing a sound of pride for the Maverick just as he sees an air of the crow shift within him in the puffing of his chest, looking away for the moment to nod. “Of course, darling.” Smirking and revealing a particularly sharp canine, Astaroth guides the fire over to brush against Danta’s ear as he guides it to his own crow, obviously letting the Maverick take some for himself.
Letting it start to burn and crumple in his hands, he finds his dark eyes lingering on the other man’s face. “I also know how to make swans, bats, encantados, and frogs.” He offers conversationally, lips still quirked in that amused smirk. “Sometimes if you fold the frog just right you can make it jump.”
Letting it start to burn and crumple in his hands, he finds his dark eyes lingering on the other man’s face. “I also know how to make swans, bats, encantados, and frogs.” He offers conversationally, lips still quirked in that amused smirk. “Sometimes if you fold the frog just right you can make it jump.”
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
