you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
We’ll find out, won’t we Danta?
As it stands, there’s chaos to be had, and gods does Astaroth thrive with it — tail whipping up water in streaming arcs as he reaches out for the Theocrat in the pretense of being helpful when far more playful urges escape him. Impulsive as he dunks the Maverick despite the protests, letting him rise with a deep dark laugh that escapes him, only to immediately be grabbed by his horns.
“Hey—!” He croaks before Danta’s pressing him down into the water, a garbled gurgling sound heard as he goes under, wondering belatedly if it was even possible to drown in a fountain of healing water. Immediately latching onto the blonde’s leg, the butcher tugs sharply to pull Danta off of him so he can rise to get a breath of air, rising with his hair draped over the horns and stuck to them as he tries to get the long locks out of his eyes, immediately seeking out the other Ancient.
As it stands, there’s chaos to be had, and gods does Astaroth thrive with it — tail whipping up water in streaming arcs as he reaches out for the Theocrat in the pretense of being helpful when far more playful urges escape him. Impulsive as he dunks the Maverick despite the protests, letting him rise with a deep dark laugh that escapes him, only to immediately be grabbed by his horns.
“Hey—!” He croaks before Danta’s pressing him down into the water, a garbled gurgling sound heard as he goes under, wondering belatedly if it was even possible to drown in a fountain of healing water. Immediately latching onto the blonde’s leg, the butcher tugs sharply to pull Danta off of him so he can rise to get a breath of air, rising with his hair draped over the horns and stuck to them as he tries to get the long locks out of his eyes, immediately seeking out the other Ancient.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
