// day breaks sorrow //
He’s good at what he does, that’s for sure. The mask stays in place and now he’s a touch more cautious with the things he tells her. At the very least, he can certainly urge his distaste of the other gods with her question, smiling to hear her laughter as his shadow dances over his shoulder with eyes that survey all. Whether or not it does or doesn’t, it’s at least an indicator that Astaroth had eyes everywhere.
He grins toward her, taking a sip of the liquor before he nods, understanding glinting in his gaze. “I suppose that is fair.” His horned head tilts one way before the other, before the butcher’s clicking his tongue and resigning a dramatic sigh as he sets his glass down. “I would imagine that if they do not, perhaps that is all the more reasoning to send them our way, wouldn’t you agree?” Bouncing his brows playfully.
He grins toward her, taking a sip of the liquor before he nods, understanding glinting in his gaze. “I suppose that is fair.” His horned head tilts one way before the other, before the butcher’s clicking his tongue and resigning a dramatic sigh as he sets his glass down. “I would imagine that if they do not, perhaps that is all the more reasoning to send them our way, wouldn’t you agree?” Bouncing his brows playfully.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
