// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
He crouches beside her, his hand resting on the arm of the chair as he offers her the glass, watching with dark eyes glinting with the reflection of the fire with hints of concern as she takes the glass from him slowly. Not with her usual swagger and pride, but something fragile and small. And when she speaks next, he nods his horned head ever so slightly. “I can’t stay all night, but I can stay with you for a time.” He murmurs, his accent thick as is the slant of the apology that finds its way into both his smile and his shadow’s.
She settles in the chair and Astaroth stands back up, leaning back against the table she’s sat beside, using it as leverage to start to relax. His hands at his sides, pressing into the wood easily as he glances over toward the fire as if trying to debate what to talk to her about. “Mm, well. Evidently my lovely deer shift has side effects this season.” He comments, tilting his attention back toward her with a roguish smile, his tail flicking idly at his heels.
Hopefully that conversation is distracting enough for her to not have to worry about everything else for a time.
She settles in the chair and Astaroth stands back up, leaning back against the table she’s sat beside, using it as leverage to start to relax. His hands at his sides, pressing into the wood easily as he glances over toward the fire as if trying to debate what to talk to her about. “Mm, well. Evidently my lovely deer shift has side effects this season.” He comments, tilting his attention back toward her with a roguish smile, his tail flicking idly at his heels.
Hopefully that conversation is distracting enough for her to not have to worry about everything else for a time.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
