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
“Which is why I never became fodder.” Astaroth agrees – compliment or not. He takes it for what it is – because these days, yes, each and every circumstance was just right in order for him to indulge like this. It also helps having a partner that understands the dangers of it.
Perhaps that’s part of the thrill.
It doesn’t stop his gaze from dropping to his mark on the other man’s shoulder, though, instead nodding to the fact Danta hadn’t known (because they definitely weren’t friends then), and then plopping down a little roughly onto the other man and offering each little tidbit fun fact he has through a voice that’s still his, but one that’s become darker and almost smoother, rougher in a way that seems tantalizing. “Keep what up?” He drawls in that same intonation, fingertips dropping to run along the Maverick’s shoulders. “You have to promise me you won’t tell.” Not that he thinks Danta would, but it has to be said anyway.
And he blinks expectantly at the other man, dropping all the polite tendencies he’s filtered into his verbiage and accent, a tone more similar to less formal sentences akin to Danta’s own speech.
Perhaps that’s part of the thrill.
It doesn’t stop his gaze from dropping to his mark on the other man’s shoulder, though, instead nodding to the fact Danta hadn’t known (because they definitely weren’t friends then), and then plopping down a little roughly onto the other man and offering each little tidbit fun fact he has through a voice that’s still his, but one that’s become darker and almost smoother, rougher in a way that seems tantalizing. “Keep what up?” He drawls in that same intonation, fingertips dropping to run along the Maverick’s shoulders. “You have to promise me you won’t tell.” Not that he thinks Danta would, but it has to be said anyway.
And he blinks expectantly at the other man, dropping all the polite tendencies he’s filtered into his verbiage and accent, a tone more similar to less formal sentences akin to Danta’s own speech.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
