reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“I have also heard that rumor.” Astaroth hums, flashing an easy grin toward Danta as the two of them find the perfect space to plant Danta’s seed. It isn’t too far from where he’d planted his and Thalassa’s, and his gaze is distracted as he peers into the distance with dark eyes, reflecting a touch of the violet hue that paints the sky in watercolor washes. “I am keen on not getting my hopes up.” A soft snort leaves him before he crouches beside Danta as he works, tilting his attention back toward the Maverick.
Already he’s thinking of ways to get rid of the dirt stains in the clothing, how Danta might look in some warm flannel to make him appear even woodsier, in comparison to the ease of finery the butcher is currently wearing. Slate trousers paired with an equally dark slate shirt, wrapped in a golden vest. It’s clear he isn’t dressed for messy work.
Caught off guard for a moment by the fanged grin, Astaroth’s smile widens slightly but part of it seems a touch distracted while he thinks back on it. “It was good. Flora brought me to her favorite boutique. I should have a few pieces arriving at the Dusklight soon.” He specifically doesn’t say whether they are for himself or the Maverick, but his lips quirk a bit more amused at the idea.
Already he’s thinking of ways to get rid of the dirt stains in the clothing, how Danta might look in some warm flannel to make him appear even woodsier, in comparison to the ease of finery the butcher is currently wearing. Slate trousers paired with an equally dark slate shirt, wrapped in a golden vest. It’s clear he isn’t dressed for messy work.
Caught off guard for a moment by the fanged grin, Astaroth’s smile widens slightly but part of it seems a touch distracted while he thinks back on it. “It was good. Flora brought me to her favorite boutique. I should have a few pieces arriving at the Dusklight soon.” He specifically doesn’t say whether they are for himself or the Maverick, but his lips quirk a bit more amused at the idea.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
