Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
All similar things to what he had done, all things considered. Only he hadn’t stayed in the Climb, not when its loneliness reminded him too much of Whitebrim’s barrenness after the sprees had started. That, and he had a guiding light of a red jacket and blonde hair and a vendetta to get him the fuck out of there.
Even if he did abandon him the second the skyship landed.
Content to let that part of the conversation die, he starts to hang the clothes as Danta darts away, humming a soft chuckle under his breath. “As do I. Though the rumors say that she made a pact with our dear Dygra so much so that when she died she had managed to wake our Dark Lady.” That is intrigue enough for the butcher to at least pay some amount of attention. Because if not, they’d still likely be slumbering.
The instructions are strict, but rewarded well as they finish and Astaroth finds himself crowding into Danta’s space, hands outstretched to tug through the loops of his fishnet sweater to draw him in again. “They would have to be quite hardy people to survive well, provided they aren’t Ancient.” He muses, before he tilts his horned head and lets his grin twist a touch nostalgic. “I remember what it was like before the crows came.” it’s said softer, opening up the opportunity for Danta to ask should be wish to.
Even if he did abandon him the second the skyship landed.
Content to let that part of the conversation die, he starts to hang the clothes as Danta darts away, humming a soft chuckle under his breath. “As do I. Though the rumors say that she made a pact with our dear Dygra so much so that when she died she had managed to wake our Dark Lady.” That is intrigue enough for the butcher to at least pay some amount of attention. Because if not, they’d still likely be slumbering.
The instructions are strict, but rewarded well as they finish and Astaroth finds himself crowding into Danta’s space, hands outstretched to tug through the loops of his fishnet sweater to draw him in again. “They would have to be quite hardy people to survive well, provided they aren’t Ancient.” He muses, before he tilts his horned head and lets his grin twist a touch nostalgic. “I remember what it was like before the crows came.” it’s said softer, opening up the opportunity for Danta to ask should be wish to.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
