Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
Her scent does invade his nose, in a way that has him drinking it in – of all the notes that are notably different than those he’s become accustomed to – he seems satisfied by both that and the way the earrings sparkle and reflect. And luckily for her, the exposure of her neck is met with naught more than a glance for the time being, as if to prove that the bruises had vanished.
Standing back up to settle with the perfect posture, Astaroth’s copper eyes drop to the hand still in his, to her long and smooth fingers that he’d felt roam across his body, working at gnarled, hardened scars to try and smooth them out. It’s a thought that he pushes aside to flash his bright grin back at her. “We want accompaniment to show off assets, not to detract.” He agrees with a twitch of his grin toward a playful smirk. It doesn’t last that long, though, as she sidles up in against him like nothing ever happened and he’s content to loop the hook of the cane over his other arm so that his hand might rest on the one tangled with his, adding that additional touch for her.
Watching as she gives him a good look, he straightens a little more, letting the light glint from the hue of his horns to the silver chains that adorn his outfit, before a deep and warm chuckle escapes him. “Ah, yes, I know just the type.” Precisely what he’d done today, as it turns out, because he could have gone over the top with a coat atop it and the sleeves down, but had opted to seem more casual. He does not read into his words the way that Flora had, so when she responds with a warm purr his smile is still just as glued to his face. “I agree, darling.” It was precisely why he had a closet that was nearly too full.
Walking with her and keeping her just as close as they make their way through the throngs of crowds and stalls, Astaroth doesn’t glamour away his horns or tail – if someone runs into the tail weaving behind him, well, that was their own fault. He cuts through the crowd with her like they belong – she most of all, given she’s their Queen – and he is simply the accompanier.
The shop they walk into greets him with a warm hug of decadence that even he seems a touch starstruck by, and Flora would be able to feel the way his shoulders and the tension in his arms seem to relax at the mere sight of it. “I can certainly see why.” Greeted with a refreshing and inviting scent and colors to make much of what he’d grown used to seem drab in comparison, he drifts further in with her toward the center as if to get a better look. “So are you thinking you might prefer a dress for it? Or trousers and blouses that scream authority?” His accent purrs over the words as he cocks his head toward her, the silver chain dangling with the movement from one of his horns.
Standing back up to settle with the perfect posture, Astaroth’s copper eyes drop to the hand still in his, to her long and smooth fingers that he’d felt roam across his body, working at gnarled, hardened scars to try and smooth them out. It’s a thought that he pushes aside to flash his bright grin back at her. “We want accompaniment to show off assets, not to detract.” He agrees with a twitch of his grin toward a playful smirk. It doesn’t last that long, though, as she sidles up in against him like nothing ever happened and he’s content to loop the hook of the cane over his other arm so that his hand might rest on the one tangled with his, adding that additional touch for her.
Watching as she gives him a good look, he straightens a little more, letting the light glint from the hue of his horns to the silver chains that adorn his outfit, before a deep and warm chuckle escapes him. “Ah, yes, I know just the type.” Precisely what he’d done today, as it turns out, because he could have gone over the top with a coat atop it and the sleeves down, but had opted to seem more casual. He does not read into his words the way that Flora had, so when she responds with a warm purr his smile is still just as glued to his face. “I agree, darling.” It was precisely why he had a closet that was nearly too full.
Walking with her and keeping her just as close as they make their way through the throngs of crowds and stalls, Astaroth doesn’t glamour away his horns or tail – if someone runs into the tail weaving behind him, well, that was their own fault. He cuts through the crowd with her like they belong – she most of all, given she’s their Queen – and he is simply the accompanier.
The shop they walk into greets him with a warm hug of decadence that even he seems a touch starstruck by, and Flora would be able to feel the way his shoulders and the tension in his arms seem to relax at the mere sight of it. “I can certainly see why.” Greeted with a refreshing and inviting scent and colors to make much of what he’d grown used to seem drab in comparison, he drifts further in with her toward the center as if to get a better look. “So are you thinking you might prefer a dress for it? Or trousers and blouses that scream authority?” His accent purrs over the words as he cocks his head toward her, the silver chain dangling with the movement from one of his horns.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
