so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“Mm, the shrine as well. Though Charlie and I have one more portion to do before you, her, and I can build it the rest of the way.” Which should be easy enough – given the state of everything that had happened. This part was the breeze after all of the more difficult portions. And Astaroth can nearly taste it, already looking forward to not having to go to the shrine in the middle of the Black Lake just to speak with Dygra.
And yes, he’s essentially just voluntold Danta to be there with the construction of it. Something tells him the Maverick won’t complain though, and he isn’t listening for it as he curls into the other man’s hands, extra focus on the portions of his head where his horns typically sprouted as if it hadn’t been touched in forever. He can feel the shifting weight of Danta as he peers down at him and the butcher’s chaotic portion of his mind harbors less of a leash with how relaxed he is right now that he squirms under the Maverick to try and get him to settle back upright.
“Dygra, no.” Comes the scoffed laugh, even as his hair is tugged. “You cannot get rid of me that easily, darling. I am yours.” He vows, letting his answer trail off in the hiss of a dark delighted laugh, still letting the amusement of the idea practically glow from him.
And yes, he’s essentially just voluntold Danta to be there with the construction of it. Something tells him the Maverick won’t complain though, and he isn’t listening for it as he curls into the other man’s hands, extra focus on the portions of his head where his horns typically sprouted as if it hadn’t been touched in forever. He can feel the shifting weight of Danta as he peers down at him and the butcher’s chaotic portion of his mind harbors less of a leash with how relaxed he is right now that he squirms under the Maverick to try and get him to settle back upright.
“Dygra, no.” Comes the scoffed laugh, even as his hair is tugged. “You cannot get rid of me that easily, darling. I am yours.” He vows, letting his answer trail off in the hiss of a dark delighted laugh, still letting the amusement of the idea practically glow from him.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
