Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
The curse that leaves Danta’s lips as they step into the other side of the portal from the heat of the Climb is met with Astaroth’s immediate rumble of “how?” Of course he knows how, it’s Flowerbirth and with all of the rain and melting snow, it meant that the ground wasn’t just soil and dirt – but it was mud. And it was moving to block out everything around them.
Immediately, his hair is soaked, long dark strands sticking to the sides of his face and dripping in the places it remains away from skin, the tines of his horns glistening with the water and minor splashes. His boots also sink into the mud, taking a small amount of work to get them unstuck as they find their way toward somewhere they won’t have to peel their footwear out of, only to pause abruptly once they’re there to avoid someone’s extended reach of their broom.
Trying to hop around it, it’s immediately as Danta looks back at him that the butcher’s traction fails, slipping with a curse of his own, wobbling slightly before he’s able to catch himself. All limbs out for balance like a spider preparing to pounce, he slowly draws up and flashes a glare to an apologetic store owner, sighing as rain continues to pelt against his frame. “Perhaps we should not have taken a vacation.” He mutters. Not that he thinks Kiada couldn’t have handled some of this, but the more hands the better is his logic.
Immediately, his hair is soaked, long dark strands sticking to the sides of his face and dripping in the places it remains away from skin, the tines of his horns glistening with the water and minor splashes. His boots also sink into the mud, taking a small amount of work to get them unstuck as they find their way toward somewhere they won’t have to peel their footwear out of, only to pause abruptly once they’re there to avoid someone’s extended reach of their broom.
Trying to hop around it, it’s immediately as Danta looks back at him that the butcher’s traction fails, slipping with a curse of his own, wobbling slightly before he’s able to catch himself. All limbs out for balance like a spider preparing to pounce, he slowly draws up and flashes a glare to an apologetic store owner, sighing as rain continues to pelt against his frame. “Perhaps we should not have taken a vacation.” He mutters. Not that he thinks Kiada couldn’t have handled some of this, but the more hands the better is his logic.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
