Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
Unaware, completely, with how many times the Remedy has taken a good look to make sure she’s messing with the right man, he remains just as casually lounging in the warmth, trying his best to not get sunburned and overly confident that he’d wake the second that he felt his skin burn. It’s that strange half step between full on sleep and one that isn’t, light enough that a hard enough breeze could wake him, yet deep enough that any sounds evade him.
It’s that which allows Isla the closeness to run her finger along the sole of his foot. Which, no one has realized just yet (aside from the butcher himself), but he’s ticklish there. And so the second it starts, his tail thrashes, the butcher jolting up with a spark of flame curling around both of his arms, sunglasses askew with the way he’s woken in such a rush.
A hiss escapes him before he can recognize the beautiful blonde before him, sank back into an elbow as the book slides off his scarred chest. “Isla?” He asks through a somewhat sleep hoarse voice, head cocking slightly before he puffs out a sound and runs his hands through his hair carefully, extinguishing the fire. “Wha—” He damn well nearly asks her what she’s doing here.
Like she doesn’t live here or anything.
It’s that which allows Isla the closeness to run her finger along the sole of his foot. Which, no one has realized just yet (aside from the butcher himself), but he’s ticklish there. And so the second it starts, his tail thrashes, the butcher jolting up with a spark of flame curling around both of his arms, sunglasses askew with the way he’s woken in such a rush.
A hiss escapes him before he can recognize the beautiful blonde before him, sank back into an elbow as the book slides off his scarred chest. “Isla?” He asks through a somewhat sleep hoarse voice, head cocking slightly before he puffs out a sound and runs his hands through his hair carefully, extinguishing the fire. “Wha—” He damn well nearly asks her what she’s doing here.
Like she doesn’t live here or anything.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
