i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
As Flora explains, Astaroth’s nose wrinkles slightly to hear all of the things that had happened (once again so quietly grateful that it wasn’t him who had to face it). “Yes,” the butcher agrees with a small smile of his own to hear the slight sadness in her tone.
But, he warms up as he takes in her surprise — his smile widening as he steps toward the shrine if only to get a little bit closer. “I do indeed.” He agrees, because while Dygra didn’t require offerings so much as he had heard Safrin did, Astaroth still went out of his way to worship and give praise to his deity whenever he could. Here, though, the lack of Dygra was unsurprising, if not a reminder that so many had forgotten who they were, Ancients that had once roamed chaotically and fanatically.
Offering his arm to her again should she wish to depart from the shrine, the butcher flashes her a playful and mischievous smile. “In case you were curious, my dear…” He hums like a secret between them, before he flashes Flora a wink and activates his glamour, the sharp tines of horns vanishing into nothing, ruffling his carefully kept hair. His teeth remain mostly the same, aside from the length of his canines — their sharp points matching the rest of his sharpened teeth. His tail vanishes as well, making him appear naught more than just another Accepted with impeccable style.
But, he warms up as he takes in her surprise — his smile widening as he steps toward the shrine if only to get a little bit closer. “I do indeed.” He agrees, because while Dygra didn’t require offerings so much as he had heard Safrin did, Astaroth still went out of his way to worship and give praise to his deity whenever he could. Here, though, the lack of Dygra was unsurprising, if not a reminder that so many had forgotten who they were, Ancients that had once roamed chaotically and fanatically.
Offering his arm to her again should she wish to depart from the shrine, the butcher flashes her a playful and mischievous smile. “In case you were curious, my dear…” He hums like a secret between them, before he flashes Flora a wink and activates his glamour, the sharp tines of horns vanishing into nothing, ruffling his carefully kept hair. His teeth remain mostly the same, aside from the length of his canines — their sharp points matching the rest of his sharpened teeth. His tail vanishes as well, making him appear naught more than just another Accepted with impeccable style.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
