now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
“I am more likely to fall over if you keep testing me, darling.” Astaroth whines, fully falling into his dramatics for a few split seconds before talk of the lily distracts him from the Maverick’s betrayal. The idea of hot springs to soothe his sore muscles, though, sounds delicious, and his steps grow a touch more excited at the prospect. “Shall we drop off the ore and return, then?” He asks, still keeping his distance as the portal comes upon them.
Letting a deep chuckle escape him, the butcher gives a knowing look to Danta as he hesitates by the entrance of the portal. “There are times I most certainly do not trust you.” His grin twists a touch sharper and his tail flicks to punctuate the point before he watches Danta up to the point of slipping into the portal and warping the fire of the bonfire to ensure the bag doesn’t catch flame. With ease, he’s on the other side, hesitating and waiting for the Maverick to join him, keeping the flame parted for him.
Letting a deep chuckle escape him, the butcher gives a knowing look to Danta as he hesitates by the entrance of the portal. “There are times I most certainly do not trust you.” His grin twists a touch sharper and his tail flicks to punctuate the point before he watches Danta up to the point of slipping into the portal and warping the fire of the bonfire to ensure the bag doesn’t catch flame. With ease, he’s on the other side, hesitating and waiting for the Maverick to join him, keeping the flame parted for him.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
