// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
He knows that others wouldn’t agree with him. But it’s always been what sets him out from the rest — choosing which people were worth striving to keep whether or not everyone else agreed with him. Gods knew that he’d been on the opposite side more than once, and he’d had equally stubborn Ancients show up and think he was worth it to help.
Which is the entire reason he’s here today. And for that, he flashes Thalassa his bright smile, dipping his chin in acceptance of her gratitude - something he knows not many people get to hear. “You are welcome, darling.” He hums softly, the ashen spaded tip of his tail flicking back and forth with an ease of content and confidence as opposed to the anxiety from earlier.
The soft laugh leaves him in agreement that he is stubborn — having been born with a hard head, it seemed. But for all intents and purposes as he sees the change in her, back to the Thalassa he knows and adores, each and every point leading up to it had been worth it. And even if he has to ruin it for the moment to enlighten her on the actions she’d caused that had a ripple effect on him, he hums a note as his smile shifts softer. “He does make me happy. Infinitely so.” It isn’t meant to come out like a brag, but simply a truth of just how infatuated he was with the Theocrat. “Let me know how it goes, would you?” He asks, the chandelier of his horned head tilting with the request before he’s glancing back down at the rose in his hand as if debating whether to burn the evidence.
“Oh, also, evidently Pierce gave you a trinket when he left.” Nodding to the pendant she’s kept around her neck. “And if you wish to keep the rose to set alight,” maybe with the trinket, “I would be happy to give it to you. Otherwise, I am happy to have my own little bonfire.”
Which is the entire reason he’s here today. And for that, he flashes Thalassa his bright smile, dipping his chin in acceptance of her gratitude - something he knows not many people get to hear. “You are welcome, darling.” He hums softly, the ashen spaded tip of his tail flicking back and forth with an ease of content and confidence as opposed to the anxiety from earlier.
The soft laugh leaves him in agreement that he is stubborn — having been born with a hard head, it seemed. But for all intents and purposes as he sees the change in her, back to the Thalassa he knows and adores, each and every point leading up to it had been worth it. And even if he has to ruin it for the moment to enlighten her on the actions she’d caused that had a ripple effect on him, he hums a note as his smile shifts softer. “He does make me happy. Infinitely so.” It isn’t meant to come out like a brag, but simply a truth of just how infatuated he was with the Theocrat. “Let me know how it goes, would you?” He asks, the chandelier of his horned head tilting with the request before he’s glancing back down at the rose in his hand as if debating whether to burn the evidence.
“Oh, also, evidently Pierce gave you a trinket when he left.” Nodding to the pendant she’s kept around her neck. “And if you wish to keep the rose to set alight,” maybe with the trinket, “I would be happy to give it to you. Otherwise, I am happy to have my own little bonfire.”
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
