// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
Should he be angry with her? The solemn calm on his face as she continues to speak, as she looks at him as if expecting him to be the judge, jury, and executioner in her life. But… That isn’t Astaroth. He doesn’t know how it happened, hadn’t figured out the means of which each member of the Family were infectious. What he does know is that he focused on keeping a wide berth from them himself. And if she didn’t, well, that was her decision.
So when she says she was too stupid, too confident, too blind, and too naïve – it’s something that resonates. It makes the smile on his face twist a bit softer as he exhales a soft sigh and reaches out to pluck the next dull petal from the rose, feeling the velveteen sensation against the pads of his fingertips as he toys with it before he decides to set it alight.
“It was a mistake, Thal. There is not a single person that is incapable of making a mistake.” He hums, smearing the ash between his fingertips to his palm when he closes his fist. “I was also once too stupid, too confident, too blind, and too naïve.” He tilts his head, dark hair falling against one of the branches of his horns in the movement. “You take what has happened and you learn from it so that it never happens again.” There’s a dark fire that burns in the deep accent of his voice, as if a violent promise and a reminder for himself that he would never allow himself to be put in the position he was in before. “And then you move on. You live with the lesson you have learned.” Shrugging lightly, he deflates a touch, the dark fire of his eyes and voice softening as the murderous sensation passes, leaving him inch by inch as his tail soothes the slight whip it’s started doing.
But it seems as if she wishes to talk about it, though, and while Asta isn’t sure it’s his place, he does indulge her. “So, I suppose, what was it that he did to sink his claws -- er, brawn? into you? What will you have learned?”
So when she says she was too stupid, too confident, too blind, and too naïve – it’s something that resonates. It makes the smile on his face twist a bit softer as he exhales a soft sigh and reaches out to pluck the next dull petal from the rose, feeling the velveteen sensation against the pads of his fingertips as he toys with it before he decides to set it alight.
“It was a mistake, Thal. There is not a single person that is incapable of making a mistake.” He hums, smearing the ash between his fingertips to his palm when he closes his fist. “I was also once too stupid, too confident, too blind, and too naïve.” He tilts his head, dark hair falling against one of the branches of his horns in the movement. “You take what has happened and you learn from it so that it never happens again.” There’s a dark fire that burns in the deep accent of his voice, as if a violent promise and a reminder for himself that he would never allow himself to be put in the position he was in before. “And then you move on. You live with the lesson you have learned.” Shrugging lightly, he deflates a touch, the dark fire of his eyes and voice softening as the murderous sensation passes, leaving him inch by inch as his tail soothes the slight whip it’s started doing.
But it seems as if she wishes to talk about it, though, and while Asta isn’t sure it’s his place, he does indulge her. “So, I suppose, what was it that he did to sink his claws -- er, brawn? into you? What will you have learned?”
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
