Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Pulled from any lingering thoughts of a particular Ancient banished from the Inner Quarter, the butcher snorts to hear Danta’s question. “Before Starfall,” he clarifies, because without having all of the strange alien purple people out and about, threatening everyone, Danta likely had the opportunity to be a real chaotic pain in the ass.
Not that he would complain, he finds he quite likes the Maverick’s brand of chaos.
He draws silent as Danta drapes around him and he pauses in hanging up the clothes if only so he can rest his arm against the blonde’s that winds around his waist. “What a beautiful way to wake up.” He hums — to immediately start creating a ruckus. Though he supposes he had as well, with the way he’d immediately launched at Danta in threadbare clothing from centuries of sleep, how the blonde had tried to bury him again.
“You have done amazing things here, darling.” He confirms after a moment, unbothered by praising his Theocrat where he sees fit. “I read about what it was like before, and of course talked to those that lived here before you changed it.” Maea. “It was a hopeless place shrouded in the darkness of tainted memories. And now look at it.” Lifting his hand to gesture to not only the room around them but the region beyond it.
It gives him the opportunity to twist just enough to nuzzle his cheek in against the Maverick’s own from over his shoulder.
Not that he would complain, he finds he quite likes the Maverick’s brand of chaos.
He draws silent as Danta drapes around him and he pauses in hanging up the clothes if only so he can rest his arm against the blonde’s that winds around his waist. “What a beautiful way to wake up.” He hums — to immediately start creating a ruckus. Though he supposes he had as well, with the way he’d immediately launched at Danta in threadbare clothing from centuries of sleep, how the blonde had tried to bury him again.
“You have done amazing things here, darling.” He confirms after a moment, unbothered by praising his Theocrat where he sees fit. “I read about what it was like before, and of course talked to those that lived here before you changed it.” Maea. “It was a hopeless place shrouded in the darkness of tainted memories. And now look at it.” Lifting his hand to gesture to not only the room around them but the region beyond it.
It gives him the opportunity to twist just enough to nuzzle his cheek in against the Maverick’s own from over his shoulder.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
