// you've got your finger on the trigger //
Dark eyes track her as she steps closer, loosening a touch of tension in his shoulders at the kindness she offers with closing the distance so their voices aren’t carried as far – a feat that has him meeting her part way with where he bends to meet her, sharp teeth still flashing a surprisingly easy grin despite the topic. (He’s simply good at keeping it plastered into place). “Typically the adrenaline of sating my bloodlust helps it strike.” He admits, a realization that he’s only lately come to realize.
As for making it not strike, well, that’s a whole other can of worms. “I am not that inclined to be touched without my knowledge or my personal initiation.” His smile twists a bit apologetic at that, despite having no reason to. He’s entitled to feel how he wishes to, and it’s only Danta that has managed to break through that mold of getting away with it.
Not that he’s going to look into that too close.
Her acceptance of his offer to collect the obsidian is met with a wide grin that seems more genuine at least and his head tilts gently. “Beautiful, then that portion is settled.” Lugging it back and carving it and turning the Temple into exactly what Charlie had envisioned, shrine and all.
As for making it not strike, well, that’s a whole other can of worms. “I am not that inclined to be touched without my knowledge or my personal initiation.” His smile twists a bit apologetic at that, despite having no reason to. He’s entitled to feel how he wishes to, and it’s only Danta that has managed to break through that mold of getting away with it.
Not that he’s going to look into that too close.
Her acceptance of his offer to collect the obsidian is met with a wide grin that seems more genuine at least and his head tilts gently. “Beautiful, then that portion is settled.” Lugging it back and carving it and turning the Temple into exactly what Charlie had envisioned, shrine and all.
Astaroth
// but your trigger finger's mine //
