// smile like you mean it //
He doesn’t mean to spark insecurity, and it isn’t a full rejection — he simply doesn’t want to hurt her. It’s a mantra that has bloomed in his mind for years, broken up only so suddenly by Danta’s ability to handle him. And while he doesn’t doubt the Doubletake’s ability to handle anything, she isn’t Ancient, she may not understand, least of all the fact that he’d just as soon like to devour her supple thighs in more than the way she hopes he’d appreciate them.
Her head shakes regardless and the laugh blooms out of her, and the apology remains even as it darkens with the haze of the pain her fingers still spark against the rough scarring. (He does like it, don’t you fret Flora). “I am positive you are more than capable, darling, but I… Am a different kind of beast.” The admission flows easily, breathily as his breathing continues to randomly hitch with the movement of her hand. “I do not trust myself more often than not.” Does that explain it better? He can’t tell, his mind is fuzzy because of the way her hands continue to move in such delightful ways.
“I have a tendency to… mm.. How do I say it.” His head tilts, dragging his nose against hers again, lips so close to her own perfectly painted ones. “Do you know anything about the Ancient’s blood lusts?” Maybe it was safer to start there.
Her head shakes regardless and the laugh blooms out of her, and the apology remains even as it darkens with the haze of the pain her fingers still spark against the rough scarring. (He does like it, don’t you fret Flora). “I am positive you are more than capable, darling, but I… Am a different kind of beast.” The admission flows easily, breathily as his breathing continues to randomly hitch with the movement of her hand. “I do not trust myself more often than not.” Does that explain it better? He can’t tell, his mind is fuzzy because of the way her hands continue to move in such delightful ways.
“I have a tendency to… mm.. How do I say it.” His head tilts, dragging his nose against hers again, lips so close to her own perfectly painted ones. “Do you know anything about the Ancient’s blood lusts?” Maybe it was safer to start there.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
