so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“Not in the slightest.” He agrees with a smile that turns a touch bloodthirsty, a glimmer of mischief sparking in the amber of his gaze. “But at the very least that town knew what Ancients were about, decided that sating me was better than the potential attack from many more Ancients.” Not that Astaroth held any sway like that. But, what they didn’t know benefitted him greatly, and he gladly utilized it to its maximum. And because of it, no witch-hunts.
Hearing about Danta’s lessons, though, sparks intrigue deep in his chest. “Well, if there is anything you deem to be lacking, I will try my best to help.” He offers easily, though it had never crossed his mind whether or not Danta struggled with any of it. Reading and writing, that is.
But that moment passes quite quickly as he doesn’t have time to think of the answer with it tumbling from his lips on a breath of too much honesty and a light buzz of alcohol to keep him from keeping it locked behind his shark teeth. Instead, he sees Danta’s face flush a color to nearly match his shirt, and with the swatting he nearly realizes what he’d said, and with a heartbeat of a second to think about the slight rejection back in the Sparkbird’s Nest, to say there’s an uncharacteristic slosh of anxiety that enters his stomach is an understatement.
Ah, but then he’s being pulled closer and it quells like the Maverick is parting the sea of his emotions. “I want you in any and every way at any time.” Comes the follow-up admission now that he knows it’s fine. “I am a simple man, surprisingly. I know. Yet I think the closest I ever got to having my idea of a perfectly romantic date was with the deer at the Temple.” The chase, the blood, the sating of their combined bloodlust’s and indulging in their normal lust. It was as close to perfect as he could imagine, so long as the man he does it with doesn’t change.
And after a moment of letting that sit, the fingers running through golden threads tighten slightly, keeping him still to claim a less chaste kiss this time.
Hearing about Danta’s lessons, though, sparks intrigue deep in his chest. “Well, if there is anything you deem to be lacking, I will try my best to help.” He offers easily, though it had never crossed his mind whether or not Danta struggled with any of it. Reading and writing, that is.
But that moment passes quite quickly as he doesn’t have time to think of the answer with it tumbling from his lips on a breath of too much honesty and a light buzz of alcohol to keep him from keeping it locked behind his shark teeth. Instead, he sees Danta’s face flush a color to nearly match his shirt, and with the swatting he nearly realizes what he’d said, and with a heartbeat of a second to think about the slight rejection back in the Sparkbird’s Nest, to say there’s an uncharacteristic slosh of anxiety that enters his stomach is an understatement.
Ah, but then he’s being pulled closer and it quells like the Maverick is parting the sea of his emotions. “I want you in any and every way at any time.” Comes the follow-up admission now that he knows it’s fine. “I am a simple man, surprisingly. I know. Yet I think the closest I ever got to having my idea of a perfectly romantic date was with the deer at the Temple.” The chase, the blood, the sating of their combined bloodlust’s and indulging in their normal lust. It was as close to perfect as he could imagine, so long as the man he does it with doesn’t change.
And after a moment of letting that sit, the fingers running through golden threads tighten slightly, keeping him still to claim a less chaste kiss this time.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
