// with our one foot in the grave //
His dark honeyed gaze lightens with a hint of mischief and amusement as Danta’s whistle fills the air. “I am sure you would have had a wonderful time.” He hums, remaining a tall shadow of the blonde as he turns in front of him, his gaze taking in the firelight as it dances from the metallic mask and the Maverick’s face.
“It would be my pleasure.” Trading wine glass for muzzle, Astaroth first pushes back his dark hair, sweeping it back from his shoulders opening it up to start to slip it on over his nose and jaw, caging the too sharp grin behind glittering silver. “My chaos is different than your antics of being a menace. And so, I specifically chose them as a this or that.” Slipping it fully around his mouth now, he clasps it behind, over and under his ears. It sits nicely, if not a touch gothic in its design as it cages in his grin, but it does allow him to talk.
And snap his jaw, evident with the click of his teeth as he shows off the design with a playful wink and the curling of his tail around Danta’s leg. “And perhaps I simply appreciate the idea of being the “big spoon” again.”
“It would be my pleasure.” Trading wine glass for muzzle, Astaroth first pushes back his dark hair, sweeping it back from his shoulders opening it up to start to slip it on over his nose and jaw, caging the too sharp grin behind glittering silver. “My chaos is different than your antics of being a menace. And so, I specifically chose them as a this or that.” Slipping it fully around his mouth now, he clasps it behind, over and under his ears. It sits nicely, if not a touch gothic in its design as it cages in his grin, but it does allow him to talk.
And snap his jaw, evident with the click of his teeth as he shows off the design with a playful wink and the curling of his tail around Danta’s leg. “And perhaps I simply appreciate the idea of being the “big spoon” again.”
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
