// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
He does, admittedly, expect more of a fight from her as he tugs her into his lap and his embrace, uncaring of the water that soaks into his pants or the way his ashen tail flicks droplets out in his anxiety built tension that he has no way to relieve at this moment. Instead, he burrows it down, swallows it whole, his arms a warm weight around her as she explains that this unnamed he had asked for her to go with him, and that she couldn’t.
And then his name drops, and the butcher is very happy for the way she can’t see the brief flicker in his dark gaze of his recognition of the name. Instead, she gets his support, vocally and physically if she does choose to look. He keeps her close, reaching up to smooth her rain-slick hair. “What reason did he have?” He asks, careful to balance himself between anger at the Family for doing this to her, and the trepidation that he isn’t sure how she’d react if he came out of the gate with all of his ire toward Pierce in particular.
And then his name drops, and the butcher is very happy for the way she can’t see the brief flicker in his dark gaze of his recognition of the name. Instead, she gets his support, vocally and physically if she does choose to look. He keeps her close, reaching up to smooth her rain-slick hair. “What reason did he have?” He asks, careful to balance himself between anger at the Family for doing this to her, and the trepidation that he isn’t sure how she’d react if he came out of the gate with all of his ire toward Pierce in particular.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
