// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
What a perfect team the two of them make as they drift back to the Last Whisper and the Dusklight, letting the warmth of Charlie’s fire burn around them to keep them comfortable and content despite the snow. He feels relaxed and content, the bloodlust sated in such a way that he feels like he could sleep for the entirety of the night uninterrupted.
“It was.” Astaroth rumbles with his own chuckle. He guides her through toward where he can put away their trophy, before already planning on how to utilize the hand from one of the arms they’d taken. “I can certainly oblige you, darling.” He grins, getting her help with separating out everything until they can round out the day with more easy chatter between them and perhaps a few drinks.
— FIN <333
“It was.” Astaroth rumbles with his own chuckle. He guides her through toward where he can put away their trophy, before already planning on how to utilize the hand from one of the arms they’d taken. “I can certainly oblige you, darling.” He grins, getting her help with separating out everything until they can round out the day with more easy chatter between them and perhaps a few drinks.
— FIN <333
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
