we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
He is very much used to being left alone by the majority – especially in Stormbreak, especially right now while his features are relatively gaunt and he looks as if he hasn’t slept in weeks. (He hasn’t, not really.) So it comes as much of a surprise when he doesn’t hear the whisper of fabric of her dress and feels the sudden pressure of a warm body pressing up against him.
It's a very quick and easy twist of the bladed cane being lifted, sharp edge pointed toward Flora’s stomach before it registers to him who has draped up against him. Tension flares in his body and he feels like stone beneath her despite how he begins to soften, huffing a soft laugh and quietly glad he hadn’t just stabbed her. “Ah, Flora,” he says clearing his throat, tail flicking back and forth like a slightly agitated cat before he calms himself and his racing heartbeat. “No, Danta is not here.” He murmurs, straightening up and setting the cane back onto the ground. “Apologies for the reaction, you startled me.” He puts it bluntly, flashing her a smile that grows warmer and more relaxed as the seconds pass, but it still seems somewhat masked.
But he does turn to her a little easier, returning the favor now that he knows just precisely who has slunk up beside him, draping a free arm around her shoulders companionably. “I did not know you would be in Stormbreak..?” He half says and half asks, cocking his horned head toward her and abandoning the books for the time being.
It's a very quick and easy twist of the bladed cane being lifted, sharp edge pointed toward Flora’s stomach before it registers to him who has draped up against him. Tension flares in his body and he feels like stone beneath her despite how he begins to soften, huffing a soft laugh and quietly glad he hadn’t just stabbed her. “Ah, Flora,” he says clearing his throat, tail flicking back and forth like a slightly agitated cat before he calms himself and his racing heartbeat. “No, Danta is not here.” He murmurs, straightening up and setting the cane back onto the ground. “Apologies for the reaction, you startled me.” He puts it bluntly, flashing her a smile that grows warmer and more relaxed as the seconds pass, but it still seems somewhat masked.
But he does turn to her a little easier, returning the favor now that he knows just precisely who has slunk up beside him, draping a free arm around her shoulders companionably. “I did not know you would be in Stormbreak..?” He half says and half asks, cocking his horned head toward her and abandoning the books for the time being.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
