Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“I would hope so.” He hums, imagining the Mathair a bit like a wicker woman in that regard – able to fend for herself but to also appreciate that additional eye. He most certainly would be glad to be the trouble, if it weren’t for the fact they were there to leave offerings, though he wonders idly if that’s an offering of its own.
But they’d completed that regardless, his focus is entirely swallowed up by the blonde Ancient that he tugs closer, steals that blood tinged kiss, relishing in the warmth of his fiance’s hands as they smooth out along his chest and shoulders. Fire licks at his fingertips, clearing up any of the lingering mess of the squirrel as he laughs a warm, rich sound. “Oh, you make quite the argument." He drawls, happily wrapping his arm around his fiance as they start heading toward the path opposite of the Mathair.
Nodding – and with his tail wagging behind them a touch – the butcher keeps an eye on their surroundings again as they leave. “Something tells me the Greatwood will help us get lost more than once without us even hoping for it.” He suggests, though he’s content to see where they end up regardless while they march toward the fae village and everywhere else the woods decide to take them.
- FIN
But they’d completed that regardless, his focus is entirely swallowed up by the blonde Ancient that he tugs closer, steals that blood tinged kiss, relishing in the warmth of his fiance’s hands as they smooth out along his chest and shoulders. Fire licks at his fingertips, clearing up any of the lingering mess of the squirrel as he laughs a warm, rich sound. “Oh, you make quite the argument." He drawls, happily wrapping his arm around his fiance as they start heading toward the path opposite of the Mathair.
Nodding – and with his tail wagging behind them a touch – the butcher keeps an eye on their surroundings again as they leave. “Something tells me the Greatwood will help us get lost more than once without us even hoping for it.” He suggests, though he’s content to see where they end up regardless while they march toward the fae village and everywhere else the woods decide to take them.
- FIN
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
