// you've got your finger on the trigger //
The second her fingers dip to those long forgotten muscles, a stream of tension that has lingered in Astaroth’s face seems to demolish completely, even in lieu of his carefreeness. If he could purr like a cat, he would be right this second. Instead, his tail simply waves in lazy paths behind him as he enjoys the sensation for all Charlie offers.
“I wouldn’t dream of missing it, darling.” The butcher reassures her with a bright and sharp smile to match, already planning out a variety of new blends for her to try, wondering if perhaps her very own tea set would be a decent gift, when she mentions liking sparkly things and how he also seems the type.
He tries desperately to not think about Danta’s rainbow hued horns in the sunlight with that particular comment.
Nor can he deny it with the grin flashed her way. “I certainly do.” Meaning the decorate bands that occasionally adorn his horns or the chains added to his suit vests to give it an extra spark, of course. Definitely not anything Maverick related.
He feels her anticipation, though, and he releases her back down to steady ground (even if a part of him mourns the massage), and tears his attention away from her to drift further into the temple as if scouting out a great location as he does straighten out any potential options of his shirt wrinkling. “I don’t mind that too much.” He hums at first, flashing her an amused grin. “However, beyond the temple itself, I was hoping perhaps you had a location in mind within it where you may prefer it to be. I don’t wish to take over a portion if you intended to have other uses for it.”
Glancing at one of the closed off rooms he’s definitely daydreaming about an actual tea lounge and not like a sex dungeon (as oblivious as he is), he turns his dark gaze back to her, awaiting her insight.
“I wouldn’t dream of missing it, darling.” The butcher reassures her with a bright and sharp smile to match, already planning out a variety of new blends for her to try, wondering if perhaps her very own tea set would be a decent gift, when she mentions liking sparkly things and how he also seems the type.
He tries desperately to not think about Danta’s rainbow hued horns in the sunlight with that particular comment.
Nor can he deny it with the grin flashed her way. “I certainly do.” Meaning the decorate bands that occasionally adorn his horns or the chains added to his suit vests to give it an extra spark, of course. Definitely not anything Maverick related.
He feels her anticipation, though, and he releases her back down to steady ground (even if a part of him mourns the massage), and tears his attention away from her to drift further into the temple as if scouting out a great location as he does straighten out any potential options of his shirt wrinkling. “I don’t mind that too much.” He hums at first, flashing her an amused grin. “However, beyond the temple itself, I was hoping perhaps you had a location in mind within it where you may prefer it to be. I don’t wish to take over a portion if you intended to have other uses for it.”
Glancing at one of the closed off rooms he’s definitely daydreaming about an actual tea lounge and not like a sex dungeon (as oblivious as he is), he turns his dark gaze back to her, awaiting her insight.
Astaroth
// but your trigger finger's mine //
