reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“I very much do know where to find you, darling.” He nearly purrs, a possessive part of him more than pleased to have Danta spend most nights in the butcher’s bed. Infinitely pleased by that answer and the potential of the rage room as they slip through the portal into the cooler temperature of the Grounds, Astaroth nods to the mention of the Temple, already beginning to push the cart toward there.
Head tilting as he pauses in the pushing to readjust his grip on the cart, he glances back up toward Danta with a curious gleam in his dark gaze. “Thankfully, with the portal, perhaps we should try our hand at visiting Frey’s Breath more often?” And for the playfulness of it, he flashes a too sharp grin toward Danta. “How would you feel about taking a dip on occasion?” His dark brow lifts and the grin remains, giving the Maverick little time to respond before he starts to push the cart again.
Head tilting as he pauses in the pushing to readjust his grip on the cart, he glances back up toward Danta with a curious gleam in his dark gaze. “Thankfully, with the portal, perhaps we should try our hand at visiting Frey’s Breath more often?” And for the playfulness of it, he flashes a too sharp grin toward Danta. “How would you feel about taking a dip on occasion?” His dark brow lifts and the grin remains, giving the Maverick little time to respond before he starts to push the cart again.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
