// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Oh I am positive I will regret it, but I am feeling generous.” Comes his retort, the smile flashed too sharp but satisfied. A predator that’s content and not at all a threat. It’s a smile that sharpens a bit sadly as they part, but the clean up goes surprisingly well and already Astaroth is daydreaming about how to utilize the antlers which admittedly have far more points on them than his do which is a somewhat chafing thought for the moment.
Nevertheless, the Temple is clean and the work for the shrine completed enough to continue on with the date, leaving the gift of the alcohol behind for Charlie to enjoy should she wish to as they return to the Dusklight. It’s to a few oohs and ahhs (reminders for patrons with ill intentions to not fuck with them at the very least), that they stroll into the Dusklight and already Astaroth is flashing his beaming grin toward the Maverick and bowing halfway in acceptance. “Until then, darling.” He trills.
Astaroth wastes no time, truthfully, cleaning away the blood completely and swapping out the clothes for ones that sit a bit tighter and more elegantly against his body. A new pair of pants and a new pair of boots, suspenders sit beneath the teal silk shirt he wears over it, paired with a cream waistcoat that he’s sure is useless to put on with Danta planning the outfit, but it makes him feel more whole for the moment.
Once he’s got his hair combed back into place, the butcher drifts out toward the front of the Dusklight, tail sweeping low and contently, baring teeth at anyone that tries to touch him as he walks past until he’s comfortably out front, posture prim and proper as he awaits the Maverick to join him, taking in the glow of the bonfire and the night as it crests over them.
Nevertheless, the Temple is clean and the work for the shrine completed enough to continue on with the date, leaving the gift of the alcohol behind for Charlie to enjoy should she wish to as they return to the Dusklight. It’s to a few oohs and ahhs (reminders for patrons with ill intentions to not fuck with them at the very least), that they stroll into the Dusklight and already Astaroth is flashing his beaming grin toward the Maverick and bowing halfway in acceptance. “Until then, darling.” He trills.
Astaroth wastes no time, truthfully, cleaning away the blood completely and swapping out the clothes for ones that sit a bit tighter and more elegantly against his body. A new pair of pants and a new pair of boots, suspenders sit beneath the teal silk shirt he wears over it, paired with a cream waistcoat that he’s sure is useless to put on with Danta planning the outfit, but it makes him feel more whole for the moment.
Once he’s got his hair combed back into place, the butcher drifts out toward the front of the Dusklight, tail sweeping low and contently, baring teeth at anyone that tries to touch him as he walks past until he’s comfortably out front, posture prim and proper as he awaits the Maverick to join him, taking in the glow of the bonfire and the night as it crests over them.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
