Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
Completely relaxed and back under the parasol on the beach, the butcher has been drying off for a little while. Danta’s gone off on a little exploration of the cave system nearby while Astaroth preferred to at least try and capture some amount of a nap on the warm beach. He’s leaned back, one leg bent while the other remains stretched out, dark red swim shorts adorning him, and surprisingly? No floral shirt to be seen.
It’s still folded beside him, right next to an empty glass that had once held a mojito that’s now full of ice and a mint leaf that looks like it’s seen better days. The sunglasses have slipped down his nose, that book open and against his chest like he’s fallen asleep reading it, and hair that had been slicked back from the sea salt water, curls against the dark horns protruding from his skull.
His back is to the board still dug in the sand, comfortable enough to sleep against the hard surface but keep him mostly propped up. Even despite it, the only part of him exposed to the sun right now is the butcher’s tail as it waves slowly across the sand in his dozing.
It’s still folded beside him, right next to an empty glass that had once held a mojito that’s now full of ice and a mint leaf that looks like it’s seen better days. The sunglasses have slipped down his nose, that book open and against his chest like he’s fallen asleep reading it, and hair that had been slicked back from the sea salt water, curls against the dark horns protruding from his skull.
His back is to the board still dug in the sand, comfortable enough to sleep against the hard surface but keep him mostly propped up. Even despite it, the only part of him exposed to the sun right now is the butcher’s tail as it waves slowly across the sand in his dozing.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
