// smile like you mean it //
It’s a lot, he knows, so he silently lets her take it all in – taking note of the widening of her eyes, the way her hand is soft and not even remotely calloused where they run along the hardened scar tissue. Her lip trembles, another note mentally made, but he doesn’t comment on it. Not since he’s simply letting her take a look and see precisely what he covers up beneath all of his fancy attire. (It’s important to note, too, that she hasn’t seen his back yet, where even more of the same scarring can be seen, stretching out like roots so similarly to his chest but covering more surface area).
Instead, he lets her trace and explore to her hearts content, not quite realizing she isn’t breathing – because he certainly is, in the way his chest rises and falls softly, adding more or less pressure depending on inhale or exhale. Only when her voice is heard does the butcher flash that sharp smile again, a touch softer this time because the air feels like it requires it. “I do as well.” It’s why he covers them up.
But, her aqua gaze harbors mischief so suddenly that the chaotic part of him can’t help but to be captivated by it, his horned head tilting as his spaded tail continues to flick in the water idly, noting the fact that she’s looking over her shoulder to her bag. And color him intrigued, of course, because his smile takes on a mischief of its own, his dark brow lifting. “What gave me away?” He drawls with a hint of amusement, though the flame reflected in the honey of his eyes seems to say what did you have in mind?
Instead, he lets her trace and explore to her hearts content, not quite realizing she isn’t breathing – because he certainly is, in the way his chest rises and falls softly, adding more or less pressure depending on inhale or exhale. Only when her voice is heard does the butcher flash that sharp smile again, a touch softer this time because the air feels like it requires it. “I do as well.” It’s why he covers them up.
But, her aqua gaze harbors mischief so suddenly that the chaotic part of him can’t help but to be captivated by it, his horned head tilting as his spaded tail continues to flick in the water idly, noting the fact that she’s looking over her shoulder to her bag. And color him intrigued, of course, because his smile takes on a mischief of its own, his dark brow lifting. “What gave me away?” He drawls with a hint of amusement, though the flame reflected in the honey of his eyes seems to say what did you have in mind?
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
