[RQ] and the rest is rust and stardust

// we haven't won, and if we win, //

Allowed or not, Astaroth won’t find himself complaining as he surges for air, shaking out his hair that’s definitely no longer slicked back and perfect but instead sticking up in random directions and half plastered to his face as he tries to wipe away the blood from his eyes in turn. Rubbing at them briefly, he opens his dark gaze to find Danta gone, and in a moment of confusion and panic starts to try and peer into the thick water to see if he’s somehow gotten himself trapped.

Only to hear his voice and see movement over by the waterfall which is out of place amongst the rushing water, and it has him diving back in to swim over toward it. Rising once more and pulling himself up on a rock like some blood soaked merman, Astaroth tries to push his hair back out of his face, slicking it back as rivers of red run down his body onto the rock below, splashed over and over again by the crimson wave that continues to fall above them. “Oh, they certainly won’t!” He calls back, realizing Danta has vanished behind the curtain of water and red, and he’s in a perfect radius of receiving anything the Maverick would like to do, based off of where his voice had come from.

Gladly accepting any frivolities, Astaroth simply leans back on an elbow on the flat rock, dripping all over it and looking all the more like he might be getting ready to settle into a draw me like one of your french girls more comfortable position. "I suppose we will have to use fire or wander down to Frey's Breath." And ruin the pool of water there with their crimson flaked bodies.

Astaroth

// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //