oh wouldn't that be lovely? you would torture me
whisper me the reasons that you hated me
whisper me the reasons that you hated me
It’s a strange thing to wield, unruly as it appears to be. But as Astaroth slips the whip back toward him, trailing it out behind him, he finds it isn’t all that difficult to get used to the motions. Straight up and down, higher to try and make the loop above his head to crack (though he imagines he’ll be doing less of that when the bladed portions are attached). If anything, it’s to be a slicing extension, and he treats it as such in this practice.
Watching as Deimos takes his turn and the whip acts more like a snake than anything else, a low rumble of a laugh escapes him to see the success of it striking at the training dummy’s stomach. He waits comfortably as the Sword returns the whip to a starting position – stepping forward this time to stretch the whip out a little bit further. His hand motions continue to follow the same pattern, lifting up and to the side slightly, able to unfurl the whip’s end to slash across the abdomen.
A too happy smirk blossoms on his face to see his success, though, in spite of the soreness his arm is starting to feel.
Watching as Deimos takes his turn and the whip acts more like a snake than anything else, a low rumble of a laugh escapes him to see the success of it striking at the training dummy’s stomach. He waits comfortably as the Sword returns the whip to a starting position – stepping forward this time to stretch the whip out a little bit further. His hand motions continue to follow the same pattern, lifting up and to the side slightly, able to unfurl the whip’s end to slash across the abdomen.
A too happy smirk blossoms on his face to see his success, though, in spite of the soreness his arm is starting to feel.
Astaroth
say it in the way that makes my knees go weak
