run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
It is a sad creature that waltzes into the Dusklight at this hour — right when the conversation had just gotten good. And Astaroth mourns it as the scarred, pitiful thing approaches, subconsciously straightening up as his dark gaze stares at him calculating already.
Made taller by the fact he doesn’t slouch, Astaroth is already intrigued by the fact the man hasn’t even looked up to see who he’s spoken to. “Do you think he is lost?” Is whispered early on, before Danta’s answering and the warmth of his lovers fingertips across his shoulders keeps him from immediately breaking up whatever kind of reunion this is.
The threaded cane flashes in the light as Asta shifts it between his hands, glancing back over at Danta with the introduction, though it doesn’t stop his nose from wrinkling. “Not the nature aspect, then, I presume.” Comes the accented judgement, leaning on the cane into Sunjata’s space before he withdraws.
Pure curiosity, of course. Though he is judging harshly, he keeps it locked behind his too sharp teeth as he settles into a placating smile toward the demigod. Solely for Danta’s benefit, drawing silent to let the two speak.
Made taller by the fact he doesn’t slouch, Astaroth is already intrigued by the fact the man hasn’t even looked up to see who he’s spoken to. “Do you think he is lost?” Is whispered early on, before Danta’s answering and the warmth of his lovers fingertips across his shoulders keeps him from immediately breaking up whatever kind of reunion this is.
The threaded cane flashes in the light as Asta shifts it between his hands, glancing back over at Danta with the introduction, though it doesn’t stop his nose from wrinkling. “Not the nature aspect, then, I presume.” Comes the accented judgement, leaning on the cane into Sunjata’s space before he withdraws.
Pure curiosity, of course. Though he is judging harshly, he keeps it locked behind his too sharp teeth as he settles into a placating smile toward the demigod. Solely for Danta’s benefit, drawing silent to let the two speak.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
