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?
“And it has been such a glorious session, no?” He nearly purrs with the thought, before he’s relaxing a fraction with amusement lingering in his gaze and actions as he goes by the dulled feeling of where Danta’s fingertips press gently against the scarred portion of his back. He considers the question, trying to decide what length he preferred — and without having to worry about scrapping so much, perhaps he can leave it longer. “Two inches of a trim, perhaps?” He suggests.
Ah, but the scent floods in and he twists in Danta’s arms to grow nostalgic over the thought of his awakening, the laugh still held behind shark toothed teeth. “I would very much appreciate that. My arms are sore just reminiscing about it.” Comes the feigned dramatics as he twists back around and snags the cups to pour the brew into when it’s ready. “Would you still abandon me on Torchline’s sunny shores?” He asks as he makes their tea precisely how they liked it. Asta’s a bit sweeter, but still beautifully spicy and comforting.
He turns to hand Danta his cup, next, and raises a brow with a small smirk to follow up his question.
Ah, but the scent floods in and he twists in Danta’s arms to grow nostalgic over the thought of his awakening, the laugh still held behind shark toothed teeth. “I would very much appreciate that. My arms are sore just reminiscing about it.” Comes the feigned dramatics as he twists back around and snags the cups to pour the brew into when it’s ready. “Would you still abandon me on Torchline’s sunny shores?” He asks as he makes their tea precisely how they liked it. Asta’s a bit sweeter, but still beautifully spicy and comforting.
He turns to hand Danta his cup, next, and raises a brow with a small smirk to follow up his question.
Astaroth
come a little closer
