// you've got your finger on the trigger //
“Is that so, darling?” Comes that playful hum, giving her a gentle squeeze of gratitude for her agreement – and an internal part of him far too excited to see what she comes up with, having the utmost belief in her that she will create something wholly perfect. As for the mixture of teas, he knows exactly what she means. Peppermint had been at least become more available in the places he’d visited before he’d become Ancient. The minty taste warming through even the chilliest cold that encompassed him.
Letting another little chuckle escape him, he nods to her whispered secret, making a slight little gesture with his hand between them as if he’s crossing his heart to keep such a thing perfectly quiet. “It is divine. There is a tea shop down the street that has the best blend.” He informs her equally as quiet – though only truly having noticed the variety the shop had when Danta had bought him his beloved red tea set.
Opportunity glitters in his gaze as she informs him of all her favorite gifts, and the grin shifts from something sly to something bright again – ticking away those options in the back of his mind to gift her when the timing was right. For now, though, he is empty handed in terms of gifts, despite his arms being quite full of her still in his arms. “You are a woman after my own heart.” He drawls in terms of daggers, letting another chuckle escape him.
Letting another little chuckle escape him, he nods to her whispered secret, making a slight little gesture with his hand between them as if he’s crossing his heart to keep such a thing perfectly quiet. “It is divine. There is a tea shop down the street that has the best blend.” He informs her equally as quiet – though only truly having noticed the variety the shop had when Danta had bought him his beloved red tea set.
Opportunity glitters in his gaze as she informs him of all her favorite gifts, and the grin shifts from something sly to something bright again – ticking away those options in the back of his mind to gift her when the timing was right. For now, though, he is empty handed in terms of gifts, despite his arms being quite full of her still in his arms. “You are a woman after my own heart.” He drawls in terms of daggers, letting another chuckle escape him.
Astaroth
// but your trigger finger's mine //
