// allow me to introduce myself //
Another quiet chuckle escapes him as he settles into the bench, one leg crossing over the other, his arm sweeping behind Melita to rest upon the back of the bench as he shoots her his shark-tooth grin. “It has been ages since someone called me young.” He teases her, amusement flickering in the dark of his gaze. He, too, tracks the old man as he scuttles away, lips quirking into a small smirk before Melita’s true voice reaches him – conspiratorially as they peruse the rest of the crowds.
His head tilts, the edges of his sharp horns shimmering with the edge of ice encasing the tips to make them appear almost sharper and shinier as he considers whom might become his victim. “Mm, why not?” He hums, flashing Melita a wink before he wiggles a couple of fingers only in her vision and watches as a shadow grows darker, stronger than the rest around the area to follow a haughty, prissy woman arguing with a vendor over a price. It puppets her movements in an obvious dramatization and overreaction, dancing of its own accord to ‘yell’ at the vendor.
His head tilts, the edges of his sharp horns shimmering with the edge of ice encasing the tips to make them appear almost sharper and shinier as he considers whom might become his victim. “Mm, why not?” He hums, flashing Melita a wink before he wiggles a couple of fingers only in her vision and watches as a shadow grows darker, stronger than the rest around the area to follow a haughty, prissy woman arguing with a vendor over a price. It puppets her movements in an obvious dramatization and overreaction, dancing of its own accord to ‘yell’ at the vendor.
Astaroth
// i'm the one who pulls all the strings, son //
