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
“As can I.” Astaroth hums, his amusement vibrant in his tone as he watches the training dummy he’d assaulted with the blunt, yet sharp edge of the whip. “It harbors a certain balance of normality amongst chaos that is lovely.” Drawing up the whip so Deimos can take his turn, the sharp smile that greets him is almost as apologetic as it is honest. Dygra was the goddess of entropy, and Astaroth embodied a certain distinguished chaos that he thrived for when it came to his goddess. He imagines it isn’t that surprising to hear the words fall from his lips.
At any rate, his grin widens as he watches Deimos take his next move – embracing the sound of the crack as something just as beautiful as the slash is as it whips across the training dummy. Before he has a moment to figure out just how he wanted to attack this time, he stretches out his arms in the interim, when the Sword’s question reaches him. A shark toothed grin is shot over at the other man, inclining his head in agreement. “I would be delighted to try.”
At any rate, his grin widens as he watches Deimos take his next move – embracing the sound of the crack as something just as beautiful as the slash is as it whips across the training dummy. Before he has a moment to figure out just how he wanted to attack this time, he stretches out his arms in the interim, when the Sword’s question reaches him. A shark toothed grin is shot over at the other man, inclining his head in agreement. “I would be delighted to try.”
Astaroth
say it in the way that makes my knees go weak
