laps up the vice like a wolf in the night

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

“I’m trying,” he snarls, tail still fiddling as he expertly keeps his hands at Danta’s throat and far enough away from his mouth. He doesn’t squeeze or crush, he simply holds, winding his legs around Danta to flip them back, snagging the ribbon in the process as he holds Danta down with his forearm to his neck, trying to tie the ribbon around his wrist. It’s a well practiced motion, a reflection of the Climb days, only having to utilize his hands instead of the canes or broken ones.

There’s only one thought on his mind now, all the fire and fury of before vanishing in the face of trying to have a rational fucking conversation. He might even apologize for how he handled the beginning of this conversation with the comparison he’d made. Right now his goal is to restrain, get him up, and march his ass through the portal.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line