lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and i am not kind
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
It doesn’t help that the idea of him falling backwards down the stairs seems comical enough to be accompanied by the lego brick falling noise, but the butcher (and us) never get to find out. Which is for the best, given that he’s lead over to the side of the path so as to not block anyone coming or going and to give him a chance to catch his breath. He’s still catching it while Danta uncorks the water and takes a sip, handing it over where he straightens up, presses his back to the wall and takes a sip of it to get the moisture back into his mouth.
Only by then does Astaroth follow Danta’s gaze, handing the bottle back (he shouldn’t be trusted with it), and easily slips his arm around the Maverick once more as he takes in the bustling activity around the bonfire. It was a notable feat, after all, and the gems that sparkle within it certainly add to the buzz with the way the light glitters off of them, making a variety of hues not unlike the Theocrat’s horns themselves. As such, he’s distracted, and more moth to flame than anything else in this state. And he picks an easy pace, still intertwined with the blonde, to try and reach it a touch quicker. “Could it be that because you built it, the effect is lost on you?” He suggests curiously, casting a glance down toward Danta before his focus returns to the bonfire. “It is quite remarkable.”
Such that the very day that Danta and he had cemented the fact he’d become the Dusklight’s security, he had been admiring it himself, toying with the flames with his fingers. He can almost still taste the souvenirs from the fight with the Torchline sailors that had been vandalizing the Last Whisper. “Of course, I wasn’t going to tell you that at the time you found me beside it. But it is. Truly.”
Only by then does Astaroth follow Danta’s gaze, handing the bottle back (he shouldn’t be trusted with it), and easily slips his arm around the Maverick once more as he takes in the bustling activity around the bonfire. It was a notable feat, after all, and the gems that sparkle within it certainly add to the buzz with the way the light glitters off of them, making a variety of hues not unlike the Theocrat’s horns themselves. As such, he’s distracted, and more moth to flame than anything else in this state. And he picks an easy pace, still intertwined with the blonde, to try and reach it a touch quicker. “Could it be that because you built it, the effect is lost on you?” He suggests curiously, casting a glance down toward Danta before his focus returns to the bonfire. “It is quite remarkable.”
Such that the very day that Danta and he had cemented the fact he’d become the Dusklight’s security, he had been admiring it himself, toying with the flames with his fingers. He can almost still taste the souvenirs from the fight with the Torchline sailors that had been vandalizing the Last Whisper. “Of course, I wasn’t going to tell you that at the time you found me beside it. But it is. Truly.”
Astaroth
say your prayers now
