Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
It depends on the day, Danta.
“Yes.” Asta murmurs, tilting his head slightly. “I had two half blooded siblings, but those of us around the same age considered each other to be siblings for the most part.” Never the same father, given the whole praying mantis thing. “There were often groups of us raised by Matriarchs. I do not remember my real mother.” Something they can both relate to.
Huffing a laugh to hear Danta’s disbelief, he rolls his eyes affectionately. “That, my love, was because I ran.” He purrs in defense, owning up to the cowardice of it. “Last I heard there were three or four remaining from where I was born and they split off from one another to start their own varying clans.” He shrugs casually before he’s leaning in to snatch that kiss to the Maverick’s nose.
Greeted with the snap of teeth, though, his own widens and is a touch sharper than it had been. “We can always purchase some for later.” He muses before he’s closing back in on Danta’s space, aiming to walk him back toward their candle lit den.
“Yes.” Asta murmurs, tilting his head slightly. “I had two half blooded siblings, but those of us around the same age considered each other to be siblings for the most part.” Never the same father, given the whole praying mantis thing. “There were often groups of us raised by Matriarchs. I do not remember my real mother.” Something they can both relate to.
Huffing a laugh to hear Danta’s disbelief, he rolls his eyes affectionately. “That, my love, was because I ran.” He purrs in defense, owning up to the cowardice of it. “Last I heard there were three or four remaining from where I was born and they split off from one another to start their own varying clans.” He shrugs casually before he’s leaning in to snatch that kiss to the Maverick’s nose.
Greeted with the snap of teeth, though, his own widens and is a touch sharper than it had been. “We can always purchase some for later.” He muses before he’s closing back in on Danta’s space, aiming to walk him back toward their candle lit den.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
