Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
Snorting a soft sound as the butcher glances back to the book with a melodramatic sigh, he nods and slides his gaze back over to her. “It is such a shame.” He agrees, voice airy enough to hint at a sigh, until of course she mentions that she has her own recommendations. “I am all ears for recommendations, however. Evidently my own personal preferences are rather boring, or so I am told.” Lifting his hand to gesture alongside his tone, it lifts into his hair as he shoots his sharp pearly grin toward her.
He doesn’t intend on making her work, of course, but he can see the calculating gaze her pebble blues take, and Astaroth doesn’t block anything from being seen. He lets her take him in, and he silently files it away to brag to Danta about later. A seal of approval, if the squeeze to his forearm is anything to go by, along with the approving nod. “I most certainly intend to, my dear.” Comes the accented drawl, smile widening a fraction.
And then, he’s hanging onto every word she says, nodding until his gaze drifts to the little violet island in question, and his smile turns a touch too sharp and too violent with the thought – nose wrinkling before he shakes his head to rid himself of it – slipping the sunglasses up onto the top of his head just in front of the pronged horns that curve from his skull. “I hope you find more time to enjoy yourself in between the Starfall prep.” He admits, before he’s nudging her lightly with the very same arm she’d just squeezed.
“Mm, well.. Quite a lot, actually? There was a void wickerwoman in the Grounds that Flora, Danta, and I got rid of. Flora did the majority of the work. Safrin had to heal me.” The tone of his voice is almost flat, as if the reminder of the starry thrum of healing energy still felt wrong, before he shakes his head to rid himself of it yet again. “I went on two dates with Flora, which is now a relatively sore subject so.. Perhaps best to let her bring it up, if you two converse.” The smile softens and turns a touch apologetic before he’s shrugging and reaching up to rub at his collarbone, over a stretch of scar tissue that spiders out from there. “Ah, and I am nearly completely done with building a shrine to Dygra in the Temple, if ever you need to see our Dark Lady.”
He doesn’t intend on making her work, of course, but he can see the calculating gaze her pebble blues take, and Astaroth doesn’t block anything from being seen. He lets her take him in, and he silently files it away to brag to Danta about later. A seal of approval, if the squeeze to his forearm is anything to go by, along with the approving nod. “I most certainly intend to, my dear.” Comes the accented drawl, smile widening a fraction.
And then, he’s hanging onto every word she says, nodding until his gaze drifts to the little violet island in question, and his smile turns a touch too sharp and too violent with the thought – nose wrinkling before he shakes his head to rid himself of it – slipping the sunglasses up onto the top of his head just in front of the pronged horns that curve from his skull. “I hope you find more time to enjoy yourself in between the Starfall prep.” He admits, before he’s nudging her lightly with the very same arm she’d just squeezed.
“Mm, well.. Quite a lot, actually? There was a void wickerwoman in the Grounds that Flora, Danta, and I got rid of. Flora did the majority of the work. Safrin had to heal me.” The tone of his voice is almost flat, as if the reminder of the starry thrum of healing energy still felt wrong, before he shakes his head to rid himself of it yet again. “I went on two dates with Flora, which is now a relatively sore subject so.. Perhaps best to let her bring it up, if you two converse.” The smile softens and turns a touch apologetic before he’s shrugging and reaching up to rub at his collarbone, over a stretch of scar tissue that spiders out from there. “Ah, and I am nearly completely done with building a shrine to Dygra in the Temple, if ever you need to see our Dark Lady.”
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
