i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
He isn’t sure what the preemptive apology is for until he hears the follow up question; one that has his smile softening a touch. “There were a few reasons, actually.” He starts to say, meeting her apologetic and crooked smile with one of his own. “Not only was the sensation new for me, so I could not aptly describe it,” here he pauses to ensure his voice remains the same open and easy to talk to tone rather than a small bitterness that the word love still seemed so mundane. “Danta is… not the type to enjoy the idea of being tied to another person so inherently.” She knew him, she’d know what he meant by it, that while Danta would do whatever sexually, it was simply left at that. Romance and feelings were foreign, terrifying concepts. “We had gotten close to admitting it, once, and I think I had overstepped or tried to explain my emotions too soon and once he started to get.. mm, flighty? I retracted from delving any further into it.” And he had been content to keep pretending like that, until Flora laid it all out in front of them and they were forced to acknowledge it.
Up until then, though, he was not going to pursue. He loved the Maverick enough to let his feelings remain just that, if Danta didn’t want to commit to anything or love him back. He was fine with that.
Ah but then he’s showing off his glamour and allowing her to release him to stand in front of him and get a full look — his posture impeccably straight as he clasps his hands behind his back, made shorter and less threatening without the tines of his antlered horns, even if his teeth were still just as sharp. “Gone, gone, darling.” He hums, reaching up with a hand to card through his dark hair, snagging on nothing in the process of combing it back. “This is perhaps as close as I can get to appearing like my old Accepted self.” Dramatically, as always, though, the butcher gives her the full view as he straightens up again, spinning in a slow circle to let her see each and every change to him before he rounds back out to face her with a playful bow; one that has his hair slipping forward now that there aren’t any horns to block it from moving.
Up until then, though, he was not going to pursue. He loved the Maverick enough to let his feelings remain just that, if Danta didn’t want to commit to anything or love him back. He was fine with that.
Ah but then he’s showing off his glamour and allowing her to release him to stand in front of him and get a full look — his posture impeccably straight as he clasps his hands behind his back, made shorter and less threatening without the tines of his antlered horns, even if his teeth were still just as sharp. “Gone, gone, darling.” He hums, reaching up with a hand to card through his dark hair, snagging on nothing in the process of combing it back. “This is perhaps as close as I can get to appearing like my old Accepted self.” Dramatically, as always, though, the butcher gives her the full view as he straightens up again, spinning in a slow circle to let her see each and every change to him before he rounds back out to face her with a playful bow; one that has his hair slipping forward now that there aren’t any horns to block it from moving.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
