reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
It’s an odd mix to have, between the butcher’s cracked façade to allow her to see underneath – the way his accent warps differently, more harsh and more brash, more akin to the cannibal beneath than the polished exterior he intends everyone to see. But, given the current situation with the gore crows, he thinks he’s allowed to have a little bit of a back and forth. Even if it makes it more difficult for Flora to read him.
But the sentiment is the same – that he does want to be her friend and that they could do good things together – something of which has a small smile forming on the corners of his lips, less sharp and a touch more genuine as it’s reflected in the cool dark voids of his gaze. “I think we could be good friends too.” He agrees wholeheartedly. And maybe one day she’d understand the other underlying reasons as to why he’d kept her at an arms length, but for now? This was good. This was better than it had been over the last few weeks, and he does feel relatively better about it.
Enough that when she mentions that she doesn’t want things to be awkward with Danta, either, Astaroth has to bite back a laugh that sounds more like a rough hiccup than anything else. “Danta will be fine.” He reassures her, shrugging obviously enough that the open waistcoat billows in the rogue wind chasing down the alley of the Inner Quarter as they step through. “Half the time I don’t think he knows what awkward feels like.” Flashing her a too sharp grin that still has a hair of violence underneath, it seems almost softer than it had been when they started the trek here.
But the sentiment is the same – that he does want to be her friend and that they could do good things together – something of which has a small smile forming on the corners of his lips, less sharp and a touch more genuine as it’s reflected in the cool dark voids of his gaze. “I think we could be good friends too.” He agrees wholeheartedly. And maybe one day she’d understand the other underlying reasons as to why he’d kept her at an arms length, but for now? This was good. This was better than it had been over the last few weeks, and he does feel relatively better about it.
Enough that when she mentions that she doesn’t want things to be awkward with Danta, either, Astaroth has to bite back a laugh that sounds more like a rough hiccup than anything else. “Danta will be fine.” He reassures her, shrugging obviously enough that the open waistcoat billows in the rogue wind chasing down the alley of the Inner Quarter as they step through. “Half the time I don’t think he knows what awkward feels like.” Flashing her a too sharp grin that still has a hair of violence underneath, it seems almost softer than it had been when they started the trek here.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
