// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Accurately pinning the Maverick and hearing the no fair comment, Astaroth peers down at Danta as his figure casts a shadow amongst the shorter, blonde Ancient. The both of them coated in red and dripping into the rest of the pool below them, and the butcher shifts a little to better pin him with his body rather than just an arm.
His head tilts, sharp tines of his horns dripping blood as his grin is equally as sharp as it is bloody. “What do you think it entails, darling?” He asks with his own purr, that same playful glint in his gaze as his tail sweeps under the water to wrap around Danta’s leg, another point of contact. “Shall I release you to allow you to be more of a menace?” Raising a brow, the butcher’s grin twists into a smirk.
His head tilts, sharp tines of his horns dripping blood as his grin is equally as sharp as it is bloody. “What do you think it entails, darling?” He asks with his own purr, that same playful glint in his gaze as his tail sweeps under the water to wrap around Danta’s leg, another point of contact. “Shall I release you to allow you to be more of a menace?” Raising a brow, the butcher’s grin twists into a smirk.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
