// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Rising to the surface after definitely feeling the connection and the movement of water from the Maverick falling in alongside him, Astaroth isn’t too keen on letting him slip away this time. The butcher rises, this time blinking through the blood as his hair is properly fucked up again, it’s nothing that the taller Ancient cares about as he zeroes in on Danta clinging to the rock he’d used to climb up on the boulder in the first place.
Of course, his antlers poke out of the water as the dead giveaway of his location, even as the rest of him remains beneath the surface not unlike his lial shift would do, enough that even with the splashing of blood from Danta as he approaches doesn’t do much to ward him away.
In fact, before Danta can even make his great escape, Astaroth blinks through the splashed blood, rising out enough from the water to reach for his arm and to pin him back against the boulder, making them both cling to it as the blood laps against their bodies. “You want mercy, do you?” He says in a tone that’s deeper and rougher, but the glint in his eyes is just as playful as before.
Of course, his antlers poke out of the water as the dead giveaway of his location, even as the rest of him remains beneath the surface not unlike his lial shift would do, enough that even with the splashing of blood from Danta as he approaches doesn’t do much to ward him away.
In fact, before Danta can even make his great escape, Astaroth blinks through the splashed blood, rising out enough from the water to reach for his arm and to pin him back against the boulder, making them both cling to it as the blood laps against their bodies. “You want mercy, do you?” He says in a tone that’s deeper and rougher, but the glint in his eyes is just as playful as before.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
