reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“That is precisely why I also did it.” Astaroth hums with a soft chuckle, shrugging a shoulder. Unsure of how many people have in fact planted seeds in varying places, he doesn’t know what would come of them. Perhaps they’d bind together in some terrible treent to be a savior for them all?
He doesn’t dwell on the what ifs, though, figuring that anything was better than nothing at this point — and he’s got a whole lot of nothing for the void infected beasts. Especially given the wicker woman fiasco not that long ago and his uselessness.
Focusing back on Danta for a moment as he sits back, the grin sharpens a little with the comment, before he rises and offers a hand for the Maverick to stand with him. “Alas they are not for me.” He teases, raising a brow coyly.
He doesn’t dwell on the what ifs, though, figuring that anything was better than nothing at this point — and he’s got a whole lot of nothing for the void infected beasts. Especially given the wicker woman fiasco not that long ago and his uselessness.
Focusing back on Danta for a moment as he sits back, the grin sharpens a little with the comment, before he rises and offers a hand for the Maverick to stand with him. “Alas they are not for me.” He teases, raising a brow coyly.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
