Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
The sun catches on his horns, illuminating in a fiery rainbow of hues while he focuses on carving off little shards, flashing a grateful smile toward Danta for the offered place to shed the carvings into. He does hear Flora’s comment, snorting lightly, trying to let the awkward feeling that had bloomed from utilizing their shifts on the orb.
The butcher stops when enough shards are cut, settling back on his heels and lets his dark gaze flicker toward Flora, inclining his head toward her. “I certainly won’t say no to returning to the bar after this.” Something sweet and delicious to soothe away the awkward sensation. “Would you like for me to hold onto this for now, darling?” He asks, lifting the obsidian as the blade also glints in the light.
Astaroth finishes cutting off a few places and sits back so that Danta and Flora can place it in the box how they want, and asks Flora if he should hold onto the obsidian so he can create more shards!
The butcher stops when enough shards are cut, settling back on his heels and lets his dark gaze flicker toward Flora, inclining his head toward her. “I certainly won’t say no to returning to the bar after this.” Something sweet and delicious to soothe away the awkward sensation. “Would you like for me to hold onto this for now, darling?” He asks, lifting the obsidian as the blade also glints in the light.
Astaroth finishes cutting off a few places and sits back so that Danta and Flora can place it in the box how they want, and asks Flora if he should hold onto the obsidian so he can create more shards!
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
