#Free as a bird on a leash (Astor)

[hazbinbargainbin]

@saunteredintohell​ Astor kicks

Slowly, without so much as breaking eye contact, Alastor slowly lowers himself into a crouch. From there, into a sit, and that a lay. He brings his hands to his chest and tops the whole thing off by closing his eyes.

He’s dead, Jim  Astor. Are you proud of yourself?

[hazbinbargainbin]

Two! Two shades! Listen to those happy little noises.

“I͕̘̗'͙͍̖͕m f̳͇r͙ee̳̟̭̫͈͙ͅ!̩̦̖̱ ͅU͎̙̱̙̲nt͚i̬̗͉͇̺̝l̙̩̫̦̗̠̼ ̜̩̖͙͙͙f͔̲̮̻̠̳̫at̠͉̙̯ͅh̜͔͇̙̬͖e̖̺̜̜̪̗̤r̗͖̪̗̥ͅͅ ̗͙͕̖͓͈r̭̤̬̻̪̻e̯͇c̜̳la͔̣͖i̼m̼̳͈s̬̘̖͚̣͙ ̞̺̰ṭ̟͉̞͍hi̺̭̮͓͓͉s͓̳̭̮̺͙̪ ̺̬̳͓l̻i͚̙͈͍̦ne.̜̬̜̳̙̹͙.̳̮̭͓̥.͔h̙͕͚̦̞̣̣e̪̤l̟̗̥͖͓̻l͍͍̬̩̜͔̦o!͙̹̲”

I see we have another shadow in our midst~

[hazbinbargainbin]

Don't mind him, he's just gunna climb up his dad and give him a big ol hug and a peck on the cheek as he hangs over his shoulder with a wide grin. "Love you dad."

@shadowofthehost

Brrrrrrrrh~

Kisses? Kisses are the name of the game? Well two can absolutely play that one. Astor, while held gently as not to fall off the stag's shoulder, earns a round of return fire all across the top of his head.

"Affectionate today, aren't we! I'm hardly one to complain. Sweet boy that you are~"

ment. @shadowofthehost​

[hazbinbargainbin]

cont. | @shadowofthehost​

"You'll die if you leave them in."

“And yet, you’ll be wounded in trying to pry them free..”

If it were anyone else, the stag’s skin would crawl, but to have Astor’s hands on him has Alastor relaxing somewhat. He’s gentle in lying one of his own over top, patting the grey skin of the shade - only for his eye to twitch faintly when spying his own blood smeared onto it. Looking more like a stuck animal than the merciless, rampaging embodiment of evil, he lies his head back and only briefly lets his true emotions flash in a frown before trying to keep up the act.

If it is the end, the least he can do is smile for the poor thing.

“Unless you’ve been blessed with a way to handle these brutally holy items, I'm afraid there’s little to do. Goodness, removing them could cause equal harm even...unless you’ve an ability to heal, hm?”

[hazbinbargainbin]

Sweats in supportive adopted parental unit.

[hazbinbargainbin]

☠ for Astor the son the baby boi (Dan in case it's not obvious)

Absolutely shitfaced answers | @shadowofthehost

Sorry, Astor. No funny or witty one-liners here. Dan's too busy burying his face into the shade's hair, pushing out deep, rumbling, rolling purrs as he nuzzles in comfortably.

Best son, perfect son. Bear with him for a bit.

[hazbinbargainbin]

"Alastor?" Came the worried voice of the shade as he crawled out of the darkness and moved to the others side. "Are you alive?" He couldn't say he was alright given the look of him but alive would be a good start!

@shadowofthehost (gimme that dying dad)

"Astor?"

He’s certainly not dead. Yet.

Though laying in a true pool of his own fluids, it might not be long until he gets there. The massive deer forces himself to a side and then to a shaky prop, his hands moving to clutch at the more...fatal of his injuries. He forces a smile before facing Astor proper, chuckling quietly - until he’s reduced to wet coughs that only add to the puddle around him.

“Where have you come from, little one?” He croaks, the voice coming from his thrown microphone struggling to hold a connection. It’s better then not speaking at all, right? “Don’t touch...these weapons are holy.”

[hazbinbargainbin]

“...Only sport I rememba involves a whole lotta water.”