reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
Sparking another one of those shoulder shaking laughs from the butcher, he settles to take advantage of Danta’s offer, leaning in to sip lightly from the glass and relishing in the combination of burns from the alcohol and the smoke. “Had it been my canines I may have actually tried harder to kill you.” He says it simply, lips quirking into a smirk as the pipe finds a place right back between his lips.
But all nostalgia and somewhat bloodthirsty amusement fades as he places all of his attention on Danta, turned toward him, hand cradling the pipe with his elbow propped up on the table, dark eyes watching him. “And how did she take that? Considering doing precisely that was her biggest fear, evidently?” Though it had all been relatively quick from the sounds of it. Perhaps she’d done nothing at all. Perhaps she was intending on licking her wounds elsewhere. He wonders whether or not he should prolong any notification to meeting her at all, or if silence was better.
Another plume of smoke passes his bearded lips, hand at Danta’s side smoothing out up and under the smooth and soft shirt to pale skin. “You certainly succeeded. What a terrifying Theocrat you make.” He hums, a glint of pride lingering in his dark eyes as he fully gives Danta a full look on each and every addition, the jewelry, the shirt, the way his hair is tied back.
But all nostalgia and somewhat bloodthirsty amusement fades as he places all of his attention on Danta, turned toward him, hand cradling the pipe with his elbow propped up on the table, dark eyes watching him. “And how did she take that? Considering doing precisely that was her biggest fear, evidently?” Though it had all been relatively quick from the sounds of it. Perhaps she’d done nothing at all. Perhaps she was intending on licking her wounds elsewhere. He wonders whether or not he should prolong any notification to meeting her at all, or if silence was better.
Another plume of smoke passes his bearded lips, hand at Danta’s side smoothing out up and under the smooth and soft shirt to pale skin. “You certainly succeeded. What a terrifying Theocrat you make.” He hums, a glint of pride lingering in his dark eyes as he fully gives Danta a full look on each and every addition, the jewelry, the shirt, the way his hair is tied back.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
