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
“I have not.” He responds easily to the idea of sheep, though amusement lingers within him as Danta starts to crow about their flameproof wool and other uses for such a material – it has him somewhat surprised given how much thought the Theocrat has put into it. “Ah, I am shocked to learn that you have already thought of what outfits could be crafted from it.” Perhaps the butcher’s style is rubbing off in subtle ways – not that he would ever complain, mind you.
He very much enjoyed unhooking Danta from that corset after the ball. Anyway…
The ferret takes its bite and squares up and Astaroth stands, inspecting his finger and the blood pooling to the surface, sighing despite the grin that still sicks to his face. “It does.” He agrees, keeping his hand precisely where Danta can lean in to press his lips to it, painting his lips in a deep crimson like iron tinged lipstick. “It is also a small bastard.” He teases, moving that hand to return to earlier, where he’d cupped the blonde’s jaw and cheek – only this time smearing a small amount of the blood. Angling the Maverick’s head up slightly, Astaroth leans in to steal a kiss, aiming to snag some of the blood from his lips in the process.
He very much enjoyed unhooking Danta from that corset after the ball. Anyway…
The ferret takes its bite and squares up and Astaroth stands, inspecting his finger and the blood pooling to the surface, sighing despite the grin that still sicks to his face. “It does.” He agrees, keeping his hand precisely where Danta can lean in to press his lips to it, painting his lips in a deep crimson like iron tinged lipstick. “It is also a small bastard.” He teases, moving that hand to return to earlier, where he’d cupped the blonde’s jaw and cheek – only this time smearing a small amount of the blood. Angling the Maverick’s head up slightly, Astaroth leans in to steal a kiss, aiming to snag some of the blood from his lips in the process.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
