/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
“You’re very welcome, darling.” Astaroth flashes her a brighter smile, before he starts to show his own little story – not the whole of it, of course, what fun would it be if he let all the layers be seen? Tidbits to drive the mind were far more what he was after in this conversation – unlike with Dantalion, given the fact that the other man knew him from many years past. Here, he’s a stranger, and it’s far easier to leave little bits and pieces of himself for others to pick up and figure out on their own.
His head inclines toward her with a nod, a laugh leaving him that’s got a soft tone to it. “It has been. Skyships are quite an innovation.” And frankly fucking weird, but he keeps that locked behind his sharp teeth. As for trying it on, he tilts his dark gaze back toward it, contemplating before he nods – only hesitating because of the dried debris on his current longsleeve, billowed shirt. He supposes if he does intend to purchase it, it won’t matter in the long run.
So he hands the jacket to her, bending just a bit to make it easier for her to help him into it, and when she does he pulls it forward by the collar – shoulders immediately relaxing like it’s a silent comfort to be back in something that’s more like him than the messy alternative. He turns to her with a sharp yet friendly grin (maybe a bit too sharp), arms spreading as if to give her the full view as a gentleman might. “What do you think?”
His head inclines toward her with a nod, a laugh leaving him that’s got a soft tone to it. “It has been. Skyships are quite an innovation.” And frankly fucking weird, but he keeps that locked behind his sharp teeth. As for trying it on, he tilts his dark gaze back toward it, contemplating before he nods – only hesitating because of the dried debris on his current longsleeve, billowed shirt. He supposes if he does intend to purchase it, it won’t matter in the long run.
So he hands the jacket to her, bending just a bit to make it easier for her to help him into it, and when she does he pulls it forward by the collar – shoulders immediately relaxing like it’s a silent comfort to be back in something that’s more like him than the messy alternative. He turns to her with a sharp yet friendly grin (maybe a bit too sharp), arms spreading as if to give her the full view as a gentleman might. “What do you think?”
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
