Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“Isla is a given.” And if he thinks about it, it’s likely because she’s had her hands on as much of him as Danta has, nearly as many times. But when the Maverick mentions the Midwinter Ball, his insecurities start to bury themselves again as the smile stretches back into place and he sighs wistfully. “Gods,” It isn’t an attempt to make Danta jealous, of course, but it’s the butcher’s blunt honesty that has the compliment dripping from his lips. “She makes such a lovely dance partner.” He hums as Danta’s nose brushes against his own and he steals the chance to press a chaste kiss as the smirk blooms against the Maverick’s lips.
It isn’t like he dislikes how Danta dances, because he does, it’s just different.
“You’re quite welcome, darling. And I would not worry — Your touch is the only one I crave.” And because the sweet poetics of his tone is already on display, he can’t stop now. “I am positive that I actually endure withdrawals if you are not around.” Here, his own smirk flashes across his face, multiple sharp teeth on display even if his fang is markedly longer than the others.
What a better time to be dramatic than with the one man who would understand it better than everyone else?
It isn’t like he dislikes how Danta dances, because he does, it’s just different.
“You’re quite welcome, darling. And I would not worry — Your touch is the only one I crave.” And because the sweet poetics of his tone is already on display, he can’t stop now. “I am positive that I actually endure withdrawals if you are not around.” Here, his own smirk flashes across his face, multiple sharp teeth on display even if his fang is markedly longer than the others.
What a better time to be dramatic than with the one man who would understand it better than everyone else?
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
