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One fragile white arrow in the middle of two red and furious arrows.
The first one shoots. Red.
Astaroth frowns at his screen as he shuts it off in disappointment. Yes, he attained the information he wanted.. but he has more information he needs. Now, unfortunately, it'd be harder to achieve.
Gently settling it on the wooden table, his family crescent engraved into the smooth wood as he brushes against the varnish.
Shutting his curtain, he heaves a deep breath, closing his eyes in vulnerability, thoughts pouring in like a broken dam. He needs to drink his ridiculous pains away.
Second one shoots, red once again.
Groaning in his drunk state, he towers Merlot. "You intricate asshole. You bloody piece of shit." He snarls, clawed hand clenching on the poor boy's shoulder.
"Hey! Could you blame me? I didn't know!" He yelps as he feels the knight's grip tighten, if his claws weren't already pierced through his shoulder, it sure was now.
He glares at that of the shorter man, nothing but pure irritation and annoyance underlying that gaze. "You talk so damn much."
Tossing him forward to wherever in the Malum Castrum, Astaroth no longer cared enough to speak to the disgusting creature. Stepping out of the main chamber and ascending into the Western Wing of the castle. He's had enough for today.
The third arrow shoots, it was white. It offered prosperity, abundance, gratitude and love.
But this arrow requires great care, as if it falls from its target.. it shall shatter and take its form as a red arrow.
"Atlas, Knight of Atlantis and Arcadia. I like you, one might even say I adore you, I am smitten for you. One might mention that I am in love with you. I enjoy your company, I enjoy speaking to you, I wish to live and see the beauty of Atlantis by your side. I wish to take you out, gift you things you take a liking to. I wish to devote myself to you as we stand in front of the altar. As far as my delusions go, aren't I asking for so much if I say a simple 'I like you'?"
Astaroth lets go of that final brick, building his last step into the blonde's heart. It wasn't.. quite solidified there, but he took his chances right.
The knight's grip on his collar loosens, ".. Fuck..." He grumbles beneath his breath, a furious blush growing on his face. The face that Astaroth admired so much.
It seems as something had finally clicked in the Arcadian's head, inhaling a deep breath of courage, he pulls the dragon into a passionate kiss filled with longing that had been kept behind bars for far too long. That was his answer.
Astaroth heaves a gasp, pulling in the blonde to deepen the kiss, an arm slithering around the knight's waist as the other cups his cheek.
A newfound love has bloomed. But will it last?