Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
Unconventional yet stunning and it captivates the butcher in ways that he typically otherwise doesn’t let his gaze linger. So at her offer, before he starts to lace up the back, his hands do roam through the silk and lace and chiffon, looking up to let his honeyed gaze meet hers in the mirror with the smile that remains on his face – a touch more awestruck than the typical grin. “Breathable, light, soft. All wonderful choices.” He hums, before his hands slip around her waist back toward the back to start lacing up the back of the corset.
Nodding, Astaroth starts to lace the back, more level headed than he had been the last time she’d made the same promise, and it’s enough that he doesn’t even comment on it despite filing it away in his mind. Looking up at her next question, though, the butcher nods and meets her aqua gaze with honeyed ones of his own as his fingers continue to walk up her spine, tightening and moving with ease. “I have.” He confirms, before the smile blooms a bit wider and more playful. “Though not for any reasons you may think.” No prior girlfriends, no prior engagements, simply just a love of fabric and styles and having to learn for the sake of expanding his knowledge on the subject.
By the time the butcher is done, it fits her figure in such a way that Astaroth’s hands return to her sides and hips, large hands spreading along the smooth corset, tracing along the boning beneath. His gaze lifts to hers again in the mirror and he leans in a little toward her ear, horned head angled just so to prevent her from knocking into them if she tilts her head back toward him in turn. “I will let you in on a little secret about myself... I have never truly courted before.” His voice is a low whisper, a secret shared for her from himself before he starts to withdraw slightly, the grin that spreads across his face one of arrogance as if to say he has played the part enough times that nobody knew that the butcher had never actually dated before.
Nodding, Astaroth starts to lace the back, more level headed than he had been the last time she’d made the same promise, and it’s enough that he doesn’t even comment on it despite filing it away in his mind. Looking up at her next question, though, the butcher nods and meets her aqua gaze with honeyed ones of his own as his fingers continue to walk up her spine, tightening and moving with ease. “I have.” He confirms, before the smile blooms a bit wider and more playful. “Though not for any reasons you may think.” No prior girlfriends, no prior engagements, simply just a love of fabric and styles and having to learn for the sake of expanding his knowledge on the subject.
By the time the butcher is done, it fits her figure in such a way that Astaroth’s hands return to her sides and hips, large hands spreading along the smooth corset, tracing along the boning beneath. His gaze lifts to hers again in the mirror and he leans in a little toward her ear, horned head angled just so to prevent her from knocking into them if she tilts her head back toward him in turn. “I will let you in on a little secret about myself... I have never truly courted before.” His voice is a low whisper, a secret shared for her from himself before he starts to withdraw slightly, the grin that spreads across his face one of arrogance as if to say he has played the part enough times that nobody knew that the butcher had never actually dated before.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
