// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
It is a threat, one that he will keep. Because even though he’d done his best to try and avoid the void and any of those in contact with them — given what’s happened to the Grounds during LongNight and everything that’s happened with Flora, he’s still here. Still trying to help Thalassa where he can, because he cares about the Captain. He wants the best for her. And for those of them that are often outcast, Astaroth will certainly cling to it.
But she comes back into herself, he can see it despite her not saying anything. The way the pain and hurt becomes bottled up again, easier to manage, a smaller space within her that it takes up. And she becomes exhausted, enough that the butcher can feel the shiver that races down her spine, sparking a flicker of fire that blooms across her cheek and hair, trying her without harming the necklace she holds nor the clothes she wears. “May I take you home?” He asks, scanning her face, wondering if she’d rather stand and walk or let him carry her.
Hell, she could ride his Feirw shift if she wanted to have the semblance of control. He doesn’t mind.
But she comes back into herself, he can see it despite her not saying anything. The way the pain and hurt becomes bottled up again, easier to manage, a smaller space within her that it takes up. And she becomes exhausted, enough that the butcher can feel the shiver that races down her spine, sparking a flicker of fire that blooms across her cheek and hair, trying her without harming the necklace she holds nor the clothes she wears. “May I take you home?” He asks, scanning her face, wondering if she’d rather stand and walk or let him carry her.
Hell, she could ride his Feirw shift if she wanted to have the semblance of control. He doesn’t mind.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
