// up above so, up above so quiet //
“Hmm?” Blissfully unaware, the butcher’s so ready to collapse into the chair and await the drink that might make this whole trek worth it. He slouches slightly, hands adjusting the tie that feels as if it’s grown a little too tight around his neck, or maybe that’s just from the exertion it took to finally get here.
He scans Danta’s face, dark eyes trailing up to see what he’s looking at, up and up without turning his head or lifting his chin, which of course has the horrible web glimmer in the light in such a way that its rainbow hue appears as though it might be making its web right in the crux of the tines of his antlers.
It’s not just the web, though, because he sees the movement of the spider and for a moment his blood pressure rises and the most unAstaroth sound leaves him, reaching up immediately to swipe at his antlered horns as he sinks down and his knees knock into Danta’s. “What the fuck?!” Comes the echo of Danta’s own phrasing, swatting at his horns to try and clear up any potential arachnid visitors that he thinks might be making a nest in the cradle of his horns.
He scans Danta’s face, dark eyes trailing up to see what he’s looking at, up and up without turning his head or lifting his chin, which of course has the horrible web glimmer in the light in such a way that its rainbow hue appears as though it might be making its web right in the crux of the tines of his antlers.
It’s not just the web, though, because he sees the movement of the spider and for a moment his blood pressure rises and the most unAstaroth sound leaves him, reaching up immediately to swipe at his antlered horns as he sinks down and his knees knock into Danta’s. “What the fuck?!” Comes the echo of Danta’s own phrasing, swatting at his horns to try and clear up any potential arachnid visitors that he thinks might be making a nest in the cradle of his horns.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
