// seven, six, five, four, three, two, one //
Staying close to the bonfire was key when it came to hunting during Deepfrost. Enough that with the news that he’s got to share, he’s sent a letter to Thalassa with the intention to meet her there before they delve into the outskirts for a deer or a wolf that might be daring to stay close to their usual food sources.
He waits, dressed up in the burgundy jacket Deimos had made, hair swept back and looking otherwise not that different apart from the brand new scar to his cheek that’s cut into his beard, preventing any hair to continue to grow there. The scar is of plush lips, like a kiss pressed there, a brand which was rare for an Ancient to harbor these days – but he supposes the only person capable of doing such a thing was the one that had left it in the first place.
His tail flicks in easy back and forth motions, lazy and content as he rests against the edge of a building from one of the alleyways, eyes vibrant and watchful of the bonfire and the cobblestones while it starts to snow, seeing with quiet delight that the weather can’t grab a foothold with the heat of the bonfire blooming through it.
He waits, dressed up in the burgundy jacket Deimos had made, hair swept back and looking otherwise not that different apart from the brand new scar to his cheek that’s cut into his beard, preventing any hair to continue to grow there. The scar is of plush lips, like a kiss pressed there, a brand which was rare for an Ancient to harbor these days – but he supposes the only person capable of doing such a thing was the one that had left it in the first place.
His tail flicks in easy back and forth motions, lazy and content as he rests against the edge of a building from one of the alleyways, eyes vibrant and watchful of the bonfire and the cobblestones while it starts to snow, seeing with quiet delight that the weather can’t grab a foothold with the heat of the bonfire blooming through it.
Astaroth
// everybody's got a name, everybody's got a number //
