Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
If there is one thing to make the relaxed touch between them seem anything less than, it’s the sudden tension that blooms in the twitch of his fingers that cover her hand with the name drop – Dahlia was a name he knew from Danta, in the precise understanding that she was dangerous, and yet here Flora was saying that she wanted to look nice in case she had to meet her again, and it takes every ounce of him attempting to remain subtle that he doesn’t just turn his head immediately to stare at her in wide eyed confusion.
Instead, he hums a note that’s quiet as well, for her ears only as he recognizes not a single person in the crowd that she scans, especially blissfully unaware of any captain in Torchline that had it out for him. “There is an incredible power in the impression you give by what you choose to wear.” He agrees, flashing her that same smile even as they stop before the shopkeeper, standing tall and with his posture impeccable as he’s inspected. “Both, as well as a gift.” He tacks on, looking toward Flora briefly as she answers his question belatedly.
“Perfect.” He was more than happy to, truthfully. And as he tilts his dark gaze back toward the shopkeep, he cocks his head a fraction in curiosity. “You have a beautiful shop here. Where might we find your selection of corsets, vests, and fabrics?” He asks, his accent pouring over the words with surprising ease, still keeping Flora close and his hand resting over her own.
Instead, he hums a note that’s quiet as well, for her ears only as he recognizes not a single person in the crowd that she scans, especially blissfully unaware of any captain in Torchline that had it out for him. “There is an incredible power in the impression you give by what you choose to wear.” He agrees, flashing her that same smile even as they stop before the shopkeeper, standing tall and with his posture impeccable as he’s inspected. “Both, as well as a gift.” He tacks on, looking toward Flora briefly as she answers his question belatedly.
“Perfect.” He was more than happy to, truthfully. And as he tilts his dark gaze back toward the shopkeep, he cocks his head a fraction in curiosity. “You have a beautiful shop here. Where might we find your selection of corsets, vests, and fabrics?” He asks, his accent pouring over the words with surprising ease, still keeping Flora close and his hand resting over her own.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
