// smile like you mean it //
So incredibly thankful for the fact Flora doesn’t needle into his personal issues with the pale Ancient, it helps that Flora seems to just play along, her voice hidden behind the cloth of the red and white floral shirt, content to leave the remaining frustration and anger die on the top of his tongue. “Truly. It’s a difficult place to traverse.” He knows because he’s tried.
But that’s beside the point. They had agreed to not let her ruin their day. And Astaroth fully intends on not letting it damper any of the plans that Flora has already planned (though perhaps not realizing the extent of her thoughts). He’s content to let her guide him toward the secluded spot, where burnt candles haven’t seen the flicker of flame in a fair amount of time. Something that changes with the snap of his fingers as they approach, sending a stream of fire to catch the burnt wicks aflame.
Letting his dark gaze drift back toward her with the smile that has found its place on his lips again, he tilts his head curiously toward her. “I did hear about that.” He hums to her, slipping back into his traditional tones. The comment of nearly killing a baby is new information, though, because he’d heard that Danta had been threatened and that had taken all of his focus — and he truly can’t remember if the Maverick had mentioned a child being there or not.
“I did ask her once after that happened, what she was thinking. She evidently assumed everyone would want to stand up to that Dahlia woman.” He says in a sigh, head lolling a touch dramatically as they round to the flat space and he releases her to set down the bag he’s brought, and swiftly takes the bag full of bottles over Flora’s shoulder before she has a chance to do it herself.
But that’s beside the point. They had agreed to not let her ruin their day. And Astaroth fully intends on not letting it damper any of the plans that Flora has already planned (though perhaps not realizing the extent of her thoughts). He’s content to let her guide him toward the secluded spot, where burnt candles haven’t seen the flicker of flame in a fair amount of time. Something that changes with the snap of his fingers as they approach, sending a stream of fire to catch the burnt wicks aflame.
Letting his dark gaze drift back toward her with the smile that has found its place on his lips again, he tilts his head curiously toward her. “I did hear about that.” He hums to her, slipping back into his traditional tones. The comment of nearly killing a baby is new information, though, because he’d heard that Danta had been threatened and that had taken all of his focus — and he truly can’t remember if the Maverick had mentioned a child being there or not.
“I did ask her once after that happened, what she was thinking. She evidently assumed everyone would want to stand up to that Dahlia woman.” He says in a sigh, head lolling a touch dramatically as they round to the flat space and he releases her to set down the bag he’s brought, and swiftly takes the bag full of bottles over Flora’s shoulder before she has a chance to do it herself.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
