// with our one foot in the grave //
“Perfect.” Astaroth hums, flashing that same too sharp smile before it fades into something comfortable along with the silence — attention torn between the view over the edge of the bone bridges and the trees whirling past, to the occasional glance toward the Maverick and the seed ghost flitting about within the glass.
Only when they draw to a stop so Danta can get out does Astaroth reach up to give his arm a small squeeze and to hand his shirt back with a playful tilt of his head. Hopping out of the cart and letting Danta slip away back toward the Dusklight, Astaroth slips away down the Inner Quarter, seeking out the tailor.
He’s gone just long enough for Danta to get settled and get the seed ghost jar in a safe place, before there’s a knock at the blonde’s door. Just like before, he announces his presence in case Moira is around, and when Danta opens the door there’s not one box, but two. Both wrapped in beautiful burnt orange and dark brown paper, decorated with a ribbon spilling from the tops of them both. One is larger than the other, but both are strictly for Danta to open while Astaroth gets more comfortable (aka, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his fine shirt and rolling the sleeves up before adjusting the waistcoat.
Only when they draw to a stop so Danta can get out does Astaroth reach up to give his arm a small squeeze and to hand his shirt back with a playful tilt of his head. Hopping out of the cart and letting Danta slip away back toward the Dusklight, Astaroth slips away down the Inner Quarter, seeking out the tailor.
He’s gone just long enough for Danta to get settled and get the seed ghost jar in a safe place, before there’s a knock at the blonde’s door. Just like before, he announces his presence in case Moira is around, and when Danta opens the door there’s not one box, but two. Both wrapped in beautiful burnt orange and dark brown paper, decorated with a ribbon spilling from the tops of them both. One is larger than the other, but both are strictly for Danta to open while Astaroth gets more comfortable (aka, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his fine shirt and rolling the sleeves up before adjusting the waistcoat.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
