there's an angel on your story and a demon in your bed
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
Oh, he absolutely might be, if his restlessness is any indication. But being Danta’s main focus is one that Astaroth is overjoyed at being right this second, and he practically preens under the way his Theocrat tucks his hair in behind his horn. And that’s precisely where the excitement and indulgence ends. The switch isn’t an immediate flare of wrongness, instead it’s almost contemplative in its mannerisms.
His tail slows its wagging, his kisses slowing until his chin is resting back against Danta’s chest, his thumb pausing in its gentle stroke against his jaw. It’s the calm before the storm. It’s a calm that, unfortunately despite the attempts to try and change how he’s been, is very indicative of Astaroth’s compartmentalizing.
A heartbeat passes, then another in that idle pause, before he’s finally breaking the silence and moving back into Danta’s space, hand growing more steady against his jaw. “No.” As much as he’d found he did like that idea in other seasons, today has him immediately raising his hackles with the idea. “As much as that sounds lovely, darling, I am fairly certain that I will rightfully cause a scene.” There’s a glint to his smile that he shoots up at him, a glimmer in the honey of his eyes that nearly screams a possessiveness of a hunt, similar to if he goes too long between his bloodlusts.
His tail slows its wagging, his kisses slowing until his chin is resting back against Danta’s chest, his thumb pausing in its gentle stroke against his jaw. It’s the calm before the storm. It’s a calm that, unfortunately despite the attempts to try and change how he’s been, is very indicative of Astaroth’s compartmentalizing.
A heartbeat passes, then another in that idle pause, before he’s finally breaking the silence and moving back into Danta’s space, hand growing more steady against his jaw. “No.” As much as he’d found he did like that idea in other seasons, today has him immediately raising his hackles with the idea. “As much as that sounds lovely, darling, I am fairly certain that I will rightfully cause a scene.” There’s a glint to his smile that he shoots up at him, a glimmer in the honey of his eyes that nearly screams a possessiveness of a hunt, similar to if he goes too long between his bloodlusts.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
