// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Perhaps I should convince the Theocrat to host more.” He suggests – because it wasn’t like the butcher would complain at all with such things. Any time to dress up nice and listen to music and dance was a perfect opportunity for Astaroth to let loose in ways often completely separate from what he was used to.
Pausing at the distance he does, his dark eyes take her in as his head tilts, lips still forming that easy smile that reveals plenty of too sharp teeth. “You and I both.” He agrees, something in his gaze brimming brighter with the promise of it as her gaze matches the sharpness he has to offer – and he thinks, deep down, that she would also make a ruthless hunter.
Another deep chuckle escapes him as she keeps tacking on the age insults, though it’s clear he doesn’t mind or doesn’t care (it’s the latter). “Oh I am sure I could teach you quite a few things of old.” Astaroth’s head tilts slightly before he huffs another soft laugh and exhales a sigh. “Did you have something in mind?” He lets his dark gaze scan her, as if trying to determine what her answer would be. Coming up empty, the butcher simply waits patiently, his tail sweeping low over the ground behind him as he waits.
Pausing at the distance he does, his dark eyes take her in as his head tilts, lips still forming that easy smile that reveals plenty of too sharp teeth. “You and I both.” He agrees, something in his gaze brimming brighter with the promise of it as her gaze matches the sharpness he has to offer – and he thinks, deep down, that she would also make a ruthless hunter.
Another deep chuckle escapes him as she keeps tacking on the age insults, though it’s clear he doesn’t mind or doesn’t care (it’s the latter). “Oh I am sure I could teach you quite a few things of old.” Astaroth’s head tilts slightly before he huffs another soft laugh and exhales a sigh. “Did you have something in mind?” He lets his dark gaze scan her, as if trying to determine what her answer would be. Coming up empty, the butcher simply waits patiently, his tail sweeping low over the ground behind him as he waits.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
