so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
She can squeeze his arm as much as she likes for all Astaroth cares, not as explanations are offered and his tail continues its annoyed lashing, only to hear the way that Maea yet again could have prevented an issue from arising, only to let it reach this point of blow up. A typical line for her, he supposes.
He doesn’t wish to entertain it any further though, but Maea’s voice speaks up with quiet statuesque lip service that has him still there without a smile, even as he casts a glance down toward Flora with a raised brow, and if he notices the cleavage on display, he doesn’t react (he’s an oblivious man, sorry Flora). Instead, a scoff slips from his lips and his dark gaze, made black in the lowlight of the cavern to Frey’s Breath, pins right back on Maea.
“It seems to me like you have a different habit to break, Maea.” He pauses, frustrated with himself at how she gets under his skin by doing essentially nothing each and every time to do it. “A lot of not saying what you mean until after the damage has been done? Perhaps start there next time,” and unable to keep his tongue precisely silent despite the Queen at his side that’s completely out of the loop of their own personal drama, he drops another venomous comment. “Instead of projecting yourself onto others to make yourself feel better, mm?”
He doesn’t wish to entertain it any further though, but Maea’s voice speaks up with quiet statuesque lip service that has him still there without a smile, even as he casts a glance down toward Flora with a raised brow, and if he notices the cleavage on display, he doesn’t react (he’s an oblivious man, sorry Flora). Instead, a scoff slips from his lips and his dark gaze, made black in the lowlight of the cavern to Frey’s Breath, pins right back on Maea.
“It seems to me like you have a different habit to break, Maea.” He pauses, frustrated with himself at how she gets under his skin by doing essentially nothing each and every time to do it. “A lot of not saying what you mean until after the damage has been done? Perhaps start there next time,” and unable to keep his tongue precisely silent despite the Queen at his side that’s completely out of the loop of their own personal drama, he drops another venomous comment. “Instead of projecting yourself onto others to make yourself feel better, mm?”
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
