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
Chuckling lightly to hear her suggestive twist to her tone and the way she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, the butcher’s smile twists a little brighter. “And you are always the picture of beauty to me.” He hums, leaning into her suggestive twist of her tone if only because it was comfortable. And while they didn’t typically talk like this, it made for a good distraction.
As for her complaints of Torchline, his thumb strokes along the top of her shoulder idly as he listens, nodding his head in agreement before he laments with a dramatic sigh of his own. “I certainly do.” Not that he found much of it in the Grounds, though that was likely because he and Danta thought similarly enough that there was little to argue in regards to opinions and thoughts, and however he wished to run the Grounds was his decision. Astaroth wasn’t made or meant to lead, he’d gladly keep his hands off of that title.
But it is surprising to hear her praise of Stormbreak, and choosing to think nothing of it, the butcher’s smile warms a touch. “I am glad you have found a place to relax.” Gods knew he needed one right now. Which segues perfectly into her concern as she remains draped against him but points the questions back, something which has him sigh a little. “It is nothing you need to worry about. I am just.. On a quest from Dygra to get a crow charm to help with my nightmares.” Ones she would know well, if she recalled the boggart. “So I am sure you can imagine I have had to see and deal with many. And I am still recovering from having to spend a night where..” He takes a heavy sigh as his smile grows a little softer and his voice drops a little lower. “Where it all happened. So I am managing, and trying to distance myself a small amount so Danta can try to sleep at night in his own bed.” Their bed, of course, but lately he'd had the monopoly on it from the Maverick's own concern.
As for her complaints of Torchline, his thumb strokes along the top of her shoulder idly as he listens, nodding his head in agreement before he laments with a dramatic sigh of his own. “I certainly do.” Not that he found much of it in the Grounds, though that was likely because he and Danta thought similarly enough that there was little to argue in regards to opinions and thoughts, and however he wished to run the Grounds was his decision. Astaroth wasn’t made or meant to lead, he’d gladly keep his hands off of that title.
But it is surprising to hear her praise of Stormbreak, and choosing to think nothing of it, the butcher’s smile warms a touch. “I am glad you have found a place to relax.” Gods knew he needed one right now. Which segues perfectly into her concern as she remains draped against him but points the questions back, something which has him sigh a little. “It is nothing you need to worry about. I am just.. On a quest from Dygra to get a crow charm to help with my nightmares.” Ones she would know well, if she recalled the boggart. “So I am sure you can imagine I have had to see and deal with many. And I am still recovering from having to spend a night where..” He takes a heavy sigh as his smile grows a little softer and his voice drops a little lower. “Where it all happened. So I am managing, and trying to distance myself a small amount so Danta can try to sleep at night in his own bed.” Their bed, of course, but lately he'd had the monopoly on it from the Maverick's own concern.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
