Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
He does measure, only based off of thoughts in how her body worked – thankfully having seen it without clothes to be able to determine where she would be able to get the most movement out of it. Her agreement, however, has him rising up and his hand leaving her hip especially as she bends already, nodding despite the protest locked on the tip of his tongue. A small alteration would make it functional for her, if she truly loved it, but something tells him she may not be so attached to it as he thinks.
Glancing back toward where the shop keep had disappeared to, his head tilts back to Flora with a sharp grin, stepping away to lean against the side of the mirrored alcove, allowing her room to step down and out. In the time before she asks him to join her, he simply adjusts the tie around his throat and smooths out the vest he wears, until her head pokes out and she’s asking him for the help he’d offered earlier, and he immediately steps down from the pedestal.
“Of course, darling.” Astaroth hums, stepping into the stall behind the curtain along with her, and he would be lying if he didn’t immediately drink her in while she wears one of his favorite shades. “Oh, this is lovely.” He breathes on a softer note, dark gaze immediately moving to the back that she needs help with, while fully expecting her to have seen the way he nearly stopped short at the sight of her in it.
Hands still warm, they smooth up the back of her to straighten out the back piece, before moving to the lace at the bottom to start to tighten – his fingers dexterous in how they maneuver along each portion. “Let me know if it is too tight.” Though something tells him she’d handle it either way, he doesn’t want her to be unable to breathe.
Glancing back toward where the shop keep had disappeared to, his head tilts back to Flora with a sharp grin, stepping away to lean against the side of the mirrored alcove, allowing her room to step down and out. In the time before she asks him to join her, he simply adjusts the tie around his throat and smooths out the vest he wears, until her head pokes out and she’s asking him for the help he’d offered earlier, and he immediately steps down from the pedestal.
“Of course, darling.” Astaroth hums, stepping into the stall behind the curtain along with her, and he would be lying if he didn’t immediately drink her in while she wears one of his favorite shades. “Oh, this is lovely.” He breathes on a softer note, dark gaze immediately moving to the back that she needs help with, while fully expecting her to have seen the way he nearly stopped short at the sight of her in it.
Hands still warm, they smooth up the back of her to straighten out the back piece, before moving to the lace at the bottom to start to tighten – his fingers dexterous in how they maneuver along each portion. “Let me know if it is too tight.” Though something tells him she’d handle it either way, he doesn’t want her to be unable to breathe.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
