// we haven't won, and if we win, //
It is comfortable and content, and when Danta’s laugh begins to echo around them and his jaw opens, Astaroth knows his lie has been believed, and an arrogant gleam sparks in his dark eyes. At least, until the realization of the honesty of the portion of truth within comes out, and Danta’s so far focused on the butcher’s virginity and when it was lost, does Astaroth bark a laugh and sit up a little, propping himself up on both hands to hover above the other Ancient. “Of course I did not. Didn’t I tell you how the Whitebrim I knew reproduced? I was not going to get involved in that.” If he did, he wouldn’t be here. He would’ve been quite literally devoured.
“No one here took my virginity, Danta.” He drawls as if it were common knowledge. “And no, they did not survive it, and no you did not know them.” Shaking his head, he sits up more fully, still in between the Maverick’s legs to sit back on his ankles, peering down at him curiously. “Sari was the only one I ever kissed up here, and it was nothing more than that.”
“No one here took my virginity, Danta.” He drawls as if it were common knowledge. “And no, they did not survive it, and no you did not know them.” Shaking his head, he sits up more fully, still in between the Maverick’s legs to sit back on his ankles, peering down at him curiously. “Sari was the only one I ever kissed up here, and it was nothing more than that.”
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
