Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
A breathy laugh of agreement pours over Flora’s decorated earlobe and neck, before he continues his light little inspection of her skin, making his little offer of a deal should she wish to take it at some point. For the moment, though, silence overcomes them, and with her jaw working, his gaze focuses back on her aqua ones when her lips part slightly. And while, he wasn’t a bloodhound of sorts, this close, his gaze does darken a fraction and he’s half tempted to lean in and kiss her if only to chase the scent and taste.
Her nails pressing against the back of his neck keep him in line, though, and his smile turns a touch sharper as he exhales a breath of slight relief, trying not to be so desperately ruffled as he otherwise could be. But gods does she know how to toy with him, suddenly reminded of the last time he’d sated his bloodlust, figuring that if it were to happen he’d need to sate it right before laying a marked claim on the queen of Torchline. “I can be good.” His tone takes on a playful informative tone, straightening up even as his olive skin seems a touch flushed, he pretends like he doesn’t notice as the shop keep comes into view with the bolts of fabric and scaley material. Dark eyes dancing between his date and the shop keep, he hums a touch thoughtfully. “Prepare as you usually would, however, in a mermaid fashion with a slit in the side for easy walkability. Pair it with three quarter sleeves.” A touch demanding, he knows, but with the way Flora had toyed with him, his voice has taken on a bit of a rougher tone.
Approaching briefly while Flora peers at herself in the mirror, he looks at the scaley material brought and plucks one out of the multitude of them. “I think an underbust corset with this would look divine, don’t you?” He asks the shop keep, his smile still a touch too sharp, before he’s looking over his shoulder to Flora to drink her in entirely. “I think you have to have it, darling.” He offers, before clarity sparks and he’s reaching for a few bolts of fabric on the wall beside the alcove to try the material on. “Might I also ask for a paired set – utilizing these three fabrics – in two variants of a corset. One for the bodice and one for the neck?” He asks the shopkeep, reaching into his pocket to procure a piece of paper with measurements (Danta’s measurements, to be specific), that he hands to the shopkeep.
Once all of that is completed, he drifts back toward Flora more fully, joining her on the pedestal to fan out the edges of fabric against her hips, giving her a more buoyant look, like she was standing in the middle of fire from the bottom up, for the top half to caress her curves like a second skin of wine dark blood. "This is my favorite, so far."
Her nails pressing against the back of his neck keep him in line, though, and his smile turns a touch sharper as he exhales a breath of slight relief, trying not to be so desperately ruffled as he otherwise could be. But gods does she know how to toy with him, suddenly reminded of the last time he’d sated his bloodlust, figuring that if it were to happen he’d need to sate it right before laying a marked claim on the queen of Torchline. “I can be good.” His tone takes on a playful informative tone, straightening up even as his olive skin seems a touch flushed, he pretends like he doesn’t notice as the shop keep comes into view with the bolts of fabric and scaley material. Dark eyes dancing between his date and the shop keep, he hums a touch thoughtfully. “Prepare as you usually would, however, in a mermaid fashion with a slit in the side for easy walkability. Pair it with three quarter sleeves.” A touch demanding, he knows, but with the way Flora had toyed with him, his voice has taken on a bit of a rougher tone.
Approaching briefly while Flora peers at herself in the mirror, he looks at the scaley material brought and plucks one out of the multitude of them. “I think an underbust corset with this would look divine, don’t you?” He asks the shop keep, his smile still a touch too sharp, before he’s looking over his shoulder to Flora to drink her in entirely. “I think you have to have it, darling.” He offers, before clarity sparks and he’s reaching for a few bolts of fabric on the wall beside the alcove to try the material on. “Might I also ask for a paired set – utilizing these three fabrics – in two variants of a corset. One for the bodice and one for the neck?” He asks the shopkeep, reaching into his pocket to procure a piece of paper with measurements (Danta’s measurements, to be specific), that he hands to the shopkeep.
Once all of that is completed, he drifts back toward Flora more fully, joining her on the pedestal to fan out the edges of fabric against her hips, giving her a more buoyant look, like she was standing in the middle of fire from the bottom up, for the top half to caress her curves like a second skin of wine dark blood. "This is my favorite, so far."
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
