Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
The clothes are placed on the hangers and Astaroth continues to ensure they’re meticulously kept exactly wrinklefree in how he drapes them before he can place them where they need to go – and with it, he lets the blonde’s laugh infiltrate the smile that still lingers on his face. “You did.” He confirms, because no – he hasn’t forgotten that. “And yes, nearly. You woke me in Leafchange.” And it had only been three seasons since for him to figure out how this life worked.
Though, between Danta and Charlie, he’d managed to figure out a happy middle ground. And without Maea interfering and intervening in his affairs, well, things have been quite smooth sailing. (You know, if you don’t account for the whole misconstrued dates and nearly getting wiped out of Caido by a fucking sentient void tree.)
Regardless, he steps away to hang them before opening the next box that harbors a multitude of ties, already hung on hangers and in a rainbow of hues regardless of the occasion, he goes to hand the empty box to Danta to burn as he continues. “Oh, certainly not I.” He drawls, flashing an amused smirk over his shoulder. “It has been much for me to navigate, but… I am glad to be here, even if it seems we have a battle on the horizon.” The void, he means. With Starfall ruining the impeccable views in Torchline that he can only imagine because he’s never seen them with his own eyes.
Though, between Danta and Charlie, he’d managed to figure out a happy middle ground. And without Maea interfering and intervening in his affairs, well, things have been quite smooth sailing. (You know, if you don’t account for the whole misconstrued dates and nearly getting wiped out of Caido by a fucking sentient void tree.)
Regardless, he steps away to hang them before opening the next box that harbors a multitude of ties, already hung on hangers and in a rainbow of hues regardless of the occasion, he goes to hand the empty box to Danta to burn as he continues. “Oh, certainly not I.” He drawls, flashing an amused smirk over his shoulder. “It has been much for me to navigate, but… I am glad to be here, even if it seems we have a battle on the horizon.” The void, he means. With Starfall ruining the impeccable views in Torchline that he can only imagine because he’s never seen them with his own eyes.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
