// we haven't won, and if we win, //
“Ugh.” Astaroth rumbles, rolling his eyes a touch playfully as he continues to dress himself — getting the point that Danta is making and realizing that it absolutely was an accomplishment for the Theocrat, rather than anything else. Straightening out his tie and vest, slipping his shoes on tying them swiftly.
Humming a soft chuckle, the butcher nods. “That is the plan.” He murmurs, collecting his bag and opening it to offer a place for Danta to deposit the canteen amongst the towels placed within it, before realizing he’s tucked them into his own bag.
Closing it up, he slips it up over his shoulder. “The shrine requires much of the same to be completed after.” The bloodlust and the enjoyment, that is. “Then, fully putting it together.” All in all, not that much different.
At the idea of them fighting, his grin turns a bit sharper. “An ideal time to practice my bloodbane again would be nice.” He muses thoughtfully, before he brushes his shoulder against Danta’s, before picking the trek back toward the cavern from whence they’d come, toward the portal.
Humming a soft chuckle, the butcher nods. “That is the plan.” He murmurs, collecting his bag and opening it to offer a place for Danta to deposit the canteen amongst the towels placed within it, before realizing he’s tucked them into his own bag.
Closing it up, he slips it up over his shoulder. “The shrine requires much of the same to be completed after.” The bloodlust and the enjoyment, that is. “Then, fully putting it together.” All in all, not that much different.
At the idea of them fighting, his grin turns a bit sharper. “An ideal time to practice my bloodbane again would be nice.” He muses thoughtfully, before he brushes his shoulder against Danta’s, before picking the trek back toward the cavern from whence they’d come, toward the portal.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
