// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
His tail curves in idle flexes as he peers out the window - the watercolor sunset reflecting on the waves in dull hues against the otherwise black looking sea. Its a myriad of colors that reflects on the butcher’s dark horns, too, a pale mimicry of Danta’s diamond horns when his head swivels back toward Danta as he makes his way in. “I can avert my gaze and let you set it up and still be surprised.” Astaroth’s low rumble of a laugh accompanies it.
Immediately reaching for him as he strolls closer, he craves his touch as he looks back out the window, framed with hues of deep orange and purples that reflect against the dark slick black hair and dark pronged horns. “If it were I doubt I would get any work done.” He admits fondly, before he’s forcing himself to get off of the window sill.
Turning fully toward his lover now, he reaches up in a far more adoring and sweet manner, both hands warm where they cup Danta’s jaw and cheeks, leaning in for a much needed soft and tender kiss. He’s reluctant to break it, but he does in favor for food and wine, releasing him to snag his hand and head toward where Danta had left their dinner. “What did you procure?”
Immediately reaching for him as he strolls closer, he craves his touch as he looks back out the window, framed with hues of deep orange and purples that reflect against the dark slick black hair and dark pronged horns. “If it were I doubt I would get any work done.” He admits fondly, before he’s forcing himself to get off of the window sill.
Turning fully toward his lover now, he reaches up in a far more adoring and sweet manner, both hands warm where they cup Danta’s jaw and cheeks, leaning in for a much needed soft and tender kiss. He’s reluctant to break it, but he does in favor for food and wine, releasing him to snag his hand and head toward where Danta had left their dinner. “What did you procure?”
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
