Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Rolling his eyes affectionately to the teasing barb, Astaroth huffs a sigh of annoyance as his voice grows more accented. “I have been good. But I have been busy.” And meeting with Dygra to complete the shrine had only reinvigorated what the butcher had realized he’d let slide in the interim. And now he’s rejuvenated, feeling like a brand new butcher with the praise of their goddess.
“I think I might.” In terms of sending them a thank you, but when it comes to the rest of the room and the present that he finds himself in rather than future plans, he sets the items within the bag back down so that he can give Danta his full attention. “Well, I cannot imagine a better way to end the day than to dispose of these boxes.” He can, as it turns out, but when it comes to Danta missing how the room was before he’d invaded and left his boxes around and gone and fucked off elsewhere, he can always make an exception for the Maverick.
So, giving him his full attention now, he tugs the blonde closer, leans in to steal a softer, more lingering kiss, and fully commits himself to getting to work. “Is there anywhere in particular you wish to start, darling?” He asks as he pulls away from the kiss, reluctantly releasing the Maverick.
“I think I might.” In terms of sending them a thank you, but when it comes to the rest of the room and the present that he finds himself in rather than future plans, he sets the items within the bag back down so that he can give Danta his full attention. “Well, I cannot imagine a better way to end the day than to dispose of these boxes.” He can, as it turns out, but when it comes to Danta missing how the room was before he’d invaded and left his boxes around and gone and fucked off elsewhere, he can always make an exception for the Maverick.
So, giving him his full attention now, he tugs the blonde closer, leans in to steal a softer, more lingering kiss, and fully commits himself to getting to work. “Is there anywhere in particular you wish to start, darling?” He asks as he pulls away from the kiss, reluctantly releasing the Maverick.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
