// smile like you mean it //
“Because it does matter.” Astaroth rumbles, keeping the close distance between them even as he wars with himself whether or not this is a good idea. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the clove scent intermixed with candle smoke, woodsmoke, and Flora’s own perfume in an indulgent swarm.
He listens as she explains, though, and she nails it pretty much on the head to his delight — because gods that made it a smidge easier. “Doing this sparks mine, darling, because it is impossible for me to not draw blood.” He hums, hands splaying a bit further along her lower back, his dark eyes focusing on her with more of an intensity akin to a predator than the apology before. “And I have a history of going too far.” A dangerous line to run, if one didn’t know how to handle him.
So he’d warded it off. It had been easy with how far and in between the butcher even sparked the feeling. “I am nicknamed the butcher for a reason, as much as I wish things were different at times.” Does he know if she knows that’s his little moniker? No, but he feels as though it sells the point.
He listens as she explains, though, and she nails it pretty much on the head to his delight — because gods that made it a smidge easier. “Doing this sparks mine, darling, because it is impossible for me to not draw blood.” He hums, hands splaying a bit further along her lower back, his dark eyes focusing on her with more of an intensity akin to a predator than the apology before. “And I have a history of going too far.” A dangerous line to run, if one didn’t know how to handle him.
So he’d warded it off. It had been easy with how far and in between the butcher even sparked the feeling. “I am nicknamed the butcher for a reason, as much as I wish things were different at times.” Does he know if she knows that’s his little moniker? No, but he feels as though it sells the point.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
