// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Not that he would complain about the fire or the hot springs – though the hot springs would likely be busier than just stepping out and engulfing themselves in flame. At this point, funnily enough, Astaroth cares far little for how he’s perceived. Especially, seeing as he’s made himself quite comfortable on that flattened rock, still dripping and painted red and looking all the more at peace for it.
For the moment, because no – he does not hear Danta’s approach, lulled into a comfort by the roar of the water and the iron tang in the air, arms behind his head and eyes focusing half on the ceiling and the stalagmites of volcanic rock above them when suddenly it’s replaced by an equally drenched Dantalion, of which the grin is enough to spell trouble. Brows lift, a “Hell—” Hello that’s promptly cut off as he is shoved enough to try and scrabble at Danta as he falls into the water with a splash! trying desperately to blindly try to find the Maverick.
For the moment, because no – he does not hear Danta’s approach, lulled into a comfort by the roar of the water and the iron tang in the air, arms behind his head and eyes focusing half on the ceiling and the stalagmites of volcanic rock above them when suddenly it’s replaced by an equally drenched Dantalion, of which the grin is enough to spell trouble. Brows lift, a “Hell—” Hello that’s promptly cut off as he is shoved enough to try and scrabble at Danta as he falls into the water with a splash! trying desperately to blindly try to find the Maverick.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
