am i the wolf or the savior?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
“I think I may just do that.” He drawls, accented voice pouring over the words, washing out the cloth before he deems it satisfactory for the moment until he can get it bleached. “Ah, so, perhaps the reason for the candles and salt on our windowsills?” He drawls with a soft huff of a laugh as he hands Danta the shirt once it’s wrung out.
Murmuring a hum of thanks for taking the clothing as he rises from the water, fire engulfs him comfortably and he stretches out a little as steam rises from where the water vaporizes. “Thank you, darling.” He hums softly, toying with the flame to dry his hair and the antlers that sprout from his skull, even as his shoulders start to slump with exhaustion. “I feel as if I could sleep for days,” it’s nearly a dramatic whine, but the sharp shark toothed grin is flashed at Danta in spite of the flame that reflects against his skin. He reaches out with a hand made warm from fire, but taking care to not burn his clothes, he brushes his hot fingertips along the back of the Maverick’s hand.
Murmuring a hum of thanks for taking the clothing as he rises from the water, fire engulfs him comfortably and he stretches out a little as steam rises from where the water vaporizes. “Thank you, darling.” He hums softly, toying with the flame to dry his hair and the antlers that sprout from his skull, even as his shoulders start to slump with exhaustion. “I feel as if I could sleep for days,” it’s nearly a dramatic whine, but the sharp shark toothed grin is flashed at Danta in spite of the flame that reflects against his skin. He reaches out with a hand made warm from fire, but taking care to not burn his clothes, he brushes his hot fingertips along the back of the Maverick’s hand.
Astaroth
come a little closer
