// smile like you mean it //
“A few actually.” Astaroth boasts, almost proudly, flashing a grin toward Flora as he shifts to lean against the bar right beside where she sits. “I was known as the Butcher of Whitebrim.” Still not realizing that he hasn’t told her where he’s from, he simply flashes her a drunkenly crooked smile. “There were more stories than songs, alas.” He laments, until Danta’s voice picks up.
It doesn’t entirely captivate him the way his singing had captivated Flora, but it does drag his attention away to watch the Maverick on the stage, his smile twisting a touch softer, a soft huff of a laugh leaving him when he tries to sing both parts. To hear that he can sing is somehow both charming and sweet, yet another feeling the butcher isn’t sure how to place.
The drink offer has him pulling his gaze away to look up at her, horned head tilting slightly. “Something sweet?” He asks, like she hasn’t been just indulging his sweet tooth the entire night so far. But, he shifts to hop up onto the bar and slip behind it with her. “You have made me plenty, though. Let me help.” Or she can tell him the instructions and he can fumble around and figure it out.
Either way, it puts them close enough together for anything else that may be on her mind, whether or not he’s able to answer them.
It doesn’t entirely captivate him the way his singing had captivated Flora, but it does drag his attention away to watch the Maverick on the stage, his smile twisting a touch softer, a soft huff of a laugh leaving him when he tries to sing both parts. To hear that he can sing is somehow both charming and sweet, yet another feeling the butcher isn’t sure how to place.
The drink offer has him pulling his gaze away to look up at her, horned head tilting slightly. “Something sweet?” He asks, like she hasn’t been just indulging his sweet tooth the entire night so far. But, he shifts to hop up onto the bar and slip behind it with her. “You have made me plenty, though. Let me help.” Or she can tell him the instructions and he can fumble around and figure it out.
Either way, it puts them close enough together for anything else that may be on her mind, whether or not he’s able to answer them.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
