hold you to the light, let you shine

// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //

Humming a soft laugh in response to the Maverick, Astaroth’s gaze flickers between his reflection and the satisfaction bleeding along Danta’s face, which honestly makes the whole thing worth it at the end of the day. And as Danta steps away, he spends the next few moments adjusting the shirt so it sits a little bit easier against his shoulders, centered enough, before he smooths his hands over his thighs, feeling the soft sturdy touch of the leather.

The tailor practically preens with each and every compliment, a lot of I look forward to it, and thank yous spill from his lips as he steps back and watches for a moment to see the whole picture come together.

As Danta rounds back toward him with the muzzle mask, Astaroth nods to offer his permission before he’s bending slightly toward him to allow for it to be placed – buckles clicking as they get clasped, leather settling easily against his cheekbones and jaw bone, and when Danta’s voice purrs the perfect, he’s instead focusing on the full and complete image. His grin is hidden, which is a shame, but he can’t deny the way that it gives an air of mystery and brutalish appearance. “Well, well.” He hums, finding it surprisingly easy to speak while wearing the muzzle. He twists this way and that to get a better view, before he adjusts a singular lock of his dark hair that’s fallen forward, before his attention is beaming down at Danta entirely – like nothing else exists in the room. Moving slightly to encroach on his space, the smile is reflected in his eyes rather than on full display. “I stand corrected. It does suit the Dusklight quite well, doesn’t it?” His voice is muffled from the leather, but the breathability of it is surprisingly good considering the fact it’s made out of leather.

He's like a walking warning sign.

Astaroth

// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //