Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
She perks up with the little nickname, and as it falls from her lips, his own widen a touch in that amused shark-tooth smile offered back. “Pleasure to officially meet you, Knell.” He hums – not mentioning the fact he’d been there at her birth. She’d grown quite a bit since then in a relatively short span of time, after all, and he isn’t sure how much she was told or remembered about any of it. So instead, he pretends as though it’s their first meeting and not from word of mouth, the first that she will get to remember.
The inquiries about his scars, however, don’t phase the smile on his face but his tail does flick a little back and forth. “Oh it was fully intentional.” He admits, lips quirking in a smaller smile. “Though if I am being honest, I am not keen on talking about them much.” A lesson in politeness in prying, perhaps, as gently as the butcher can. “They are there and that is all.” He wasn’t getting rid of them, and at the end of the day it’s a part of his identity whether he wanted them to be or not.
So he focuses on flipping through the book after marking their place, until he reaches the map of veins. She leans forward to inspect it, her eyes tracing the lines that lap over each other in a functioning network, and when her question leaves her and her bright gaze lifts to his face for confirmation, he chuckles softly. “Yes, in a way. These are veins. They carry blood.” He hums to her, curious how she’ll take it.
The inquiries about his scars, however, don’t phase the smile on his face but his tail does flick a little back and forth. “Oh it was fully intentional.” He admits, lips quirking in a smaller smile. “Though if I am being honest, I am not keen on talking about them much.” A lesson in politeness in prying, perhaps, as gently as the butcher can. “They are there and that is all.” He wasn’t getting rid of them, and at the end of the day it’s a part of his identity whether he wanted them to be or not.
So he focuses on flipping through the book after marking their place, until he reaches the map of veins. She leans forward to inspect it, her eyes tracing the lines that lap over each other in a functioning network, and when her question leaves her and her bright gaze lifts to his face for confirmation, he chuckles softly. “Yes, in a way. These are veins. They carry blood.” He hums to her, curious how she’ll take it.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
