// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
It is a strange sensation, the kohl around his eyes, and it takes a bit of getting used to — blinking a few times when he’s sure that Danta’s done applying it. The hands in his hair are a good indicator, and while he gets used to it, he watches the blonde’s arms work to adorn his hair and braid it. A soft snort leaves him belatedly at the comment of his eyelashes, and if he bats his eyes at the Maverick when the blonde pulls back to survey his work, so be it.
“My hair is the biggest thing I refuse to change, darling.” He agrees in a soft hum, tilting his head slightly to feel the additional light weight and the clink of rings as they bump against each other with the movement. Raising a dark brow at the mention of ear piercings, though, it likely isn’t the best idea given his bloodlust status, but gods if he doesn’t find himself wanting to embrace a newer version of himself from his reawakening.
He’d made drastic changes from Whitebrim Cannibal to be the Ancient they all knew. Perhaps a piercing or two would be just an additional thing to prove that it’s the next chapter of his life.
Reaching up with now dry fingernails, the butcher’s fingertips glide affectionately along Danta’s jaw as he flashes a shark toothed grin at the Ancient in his lap. “How difficult would it be to do?” He asks curiously, his eyes brighter now with the dark outline of kohl. “If it is easy, I think we should do it.” Raising a brow with that same grin that twists to a smirk, he waits for the answer.
“My hair is the biggest thing I refuse to change, darling.” He agrees in a soft hum, tilting his head slightly to feel the additional light weight and the clink of rings as they bump against each other with the movement. Raising a dark brow at the mention of ear piercings, though, it likely isn’t the best idea given his bloodlust status, but gods if he doesn’t find himself wanting to embrace a newer version of himself from his reawakening.
He’d made drastic changes from Whitebrim Cannibal to be the Ancient they all knew. Perhaps a piercing or two would be just an additional thing to prove that it’s the next chapter of his life.
Reaching up with now dry fingernails, the butcher’s fingertips glide affectionately along Danta’s jaw as he flashes a shark toothed grin at the Ancient in his lap. “How difficult would it be to do?” He asks curiously, his eyes brighter now with the dark outline of kohl. “If it is easy, I think we should do it.” Raising a brow with that same grin that twists to a smirk, he waits for the answer.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
