i tried to start caring like you and like them
when you said that i was killing myself
when you said that i was killing myself
Chuckling once he’s settled at the edge of his desk and let his glamour drop – he glances back toward the mirrored copy of him, remaining exactly the same without the horns before his attention swings back toward her. “Ah, I see.” He hums toward her insistence otherwise. When it came to the sly grin aimed his way, he meets hers with the sharp edged one of his own, snorting and shaking his head a little before he plucks at the collar of the borrowed shirt, as if trying to hide a few of the long stretches of trunk-like scar tissue against his collarbones. “Shame. There is nothing quite like a new home party one can sink their teeth into.” He comments idly – though whether he means figuratively or literally, she’ll have to read between the lines.
She knows him well enough by now, though, he has to assume she knows what he means.
“Well, I have an open schedule, so whenever you wish for me to pay a visit I will happily oblige.” He inclines his horned head toward her, a lock of dark hair falling into his face as his smile turns softer – content and happy as is the ashen tip of his spaded tail, with how it flickers back and forth like a content hound.
She knows him well enough by now, though, he has to assume she knows what he means.
“Well, I have an open schedule, so whenever you wish for me to pay a visit I will happily oblige.” He inclines his horned head toward her, a lock of dark hair falling into his face as his smile turns softer – content and happy as is the ashen tip of his spaded tail, with how it flickers back and forth like a content hound.
Astaroth
healed everything but my shame
