you could call me babe for the weekend

Astaroth

// but if you think I'm misery,

The combing of his fingers through her hair will come later, he’s sure, but for now he simply peers at her with a calculating gaze – not like he had on their first date, but one that seems to try and register whether blues suited her skin better than golds, or whether oranges would blot her out or bring out the contrast of the blues of her eyes. Either way, the queen plays her part, poised and beaming and the second that the shopkeep approves and scurries away, Astaroth’s grin is a touch softer as he peers down at her. “Ah, how lucky you are, darling.” He chuckles lightly.

That also just means that the dresses already on display could be slipped into at a moments notice if she changed her mind on anything, or if he decided something else might suit her better.

As it stands, though, she has options she’s already picked out and Astaroth flashes her a bright grin as he begins to step over toward the chair – not at all a bored husband, but a man deeply invested in the fashion scene. He sits as if he does as well, posture perfect with the cane set against the arm. “I would love nothing more than that.” He answers to her, hands clasping in his lap as he waits for her to change. “Do let me know if you need any help.” His long fingers made quick work of lacing things up if need be.

then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //