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?
“A perfect space for a makeover, wouldn’t you say?” Astaroth hums, before his nose is wrinkling with the scent of burnt hair — not that he minds, it’s better that than the alternative of sharp, poky pieces of hair stabbing him anytime he moves. He remains, watching contently as he arranges his hair in a familiar motion, one he doesn’t even feel the need to repeat with the perfection of how the Maverick had done it.
When Danta steps away, the butcher blinks and straightens, focusing on himself in the reflection of the large mirror as he’s still fussed over for getting the hair off of his shoulders and skin. Immediately, the smile blooms on his face, leaning forward in the chair with genuine delight to see the feathered portions so neatly set. “However would you believe me then if you wish for me to lie if I did not like it?” He hums thoughtfully, twisting his horned head this way and that, running his fingers deftly through it to push it back and into the same position Danta had left it in.
“I adore it, for what it is worth. It also has the benefit of you no longer falling asleep on it and entrapping me.” A brow lifts as the sass leaves him, giving hardly any time to let Danta retort before he stands and immediately reaches for his sun, pulling him in for a kiss of gratitude. “Thank you, darling. It is perfect.”
When Danta steps away, the butcher blinks and straightens, focusing on himself in the reflection of the large mirror as he’s still fussed over for getting the hair off of his shoulders and skin. Immediately, the smile blooms on his face, leaning forward in the chair with genuine delight to see the feathered portions so neatly set. “However would you believe me then if you wish for me to lie if I did not like it?” He hums thoughtfully, twisting his horned head this way and that, running his fingers deftly through it to push it back and into the same position Danta had left it in.
“I adore it, for what it is worth. It also has the benefit of you no longer falling asleep on it and entrapping me.” A brow lifts as the sass leaves him, giving hardly any time to let Danta retort before he stands and immediately reaches for his sun, pulling him in for a kiss of gratitude. “Thank you, darling. It is perfect.”
Astaroth
come a little closer
