// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
It might only be an hour of time, but it feels like eternity, and Astaroth finds that watching Danta have others swanning about him and paying attention to him in all the ways Astaroth wants nothing more to do, leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Or, perhaps that’s just the iron from how hard he’d grit his teeth and nicked the scar tissue on his cheek from times like this again and again. His tail continues to lash but starts to soothe the second that Danta’s extracted himself, and he pretends to look elsewhere until he catches the Maverick’s gaze and raised brow.
It's a short, curt nod, that has a piece of his hair falling from where he typically kept it behind his horn, nose wrinkling as he reaches up to push it back and take a deep breath before pushing off the wall, stopping by a table on the way toward Danta to offer a low and quiet warning to a particular man that seems like he might be contemplating starting a barfight in the middle of their nice little party.
It deflates the man, at least, the intimidation working well – and with that done he looks back toward Danta as if to silently say has it been an hour yet? in lieu of i dont want to share you with anyone tonight.
It's a short, curt nod, that has a piece of his hair falling from where he typically kept it behind his horn, nose wrinkling as he reaches up to push it back and take a deep breath before pushing off the wall, stopping by a table on the way toward Danta to offer a low and quiet warning to a particular man that seems like he might be contemplating starting a barfight in the middle of their nice little party.
It deflates the man, at least, the intimidation working well – and with that done he looks back toward Danta as if to silently say has it been an hour yet? in lieu of i dont want to share you with anyone tonight.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
