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
Of course he’s confident. It’s practically his middle name — especially this season where any quiet doubts he kept hidden were nowhere to be found. He’s self assured with the arrogance and antagonizing way this shift allows him to be, and while some parts of it this season he wasn’t used to, this was something he could shrug on like an old coat.
When he hears Danta’s thought of slipping his glamour up, he glances over at him curiously, briefly before he settles quickly. He’d promised not to judge, so he tries his best to keep his face vacant of anything that might prove otherwise as he smiles over at his lover. “Ah, I would imagine you could certainly fool the masses.” He hums with a soft laugh.
It does burn, but only in the way that he’d miss those diamond horns shining and glittering under the lantern light as he perused the crowd.
Of course, assuming he’d let Danta get that far away from him.
They’re all in agreement, at least, and he drapes the chain cape over his arm and sweeps his other arm against the Maverick’s lower back. “I believe so. Are you ready, darling?” He asks, though having given the question he assumes as much and already begins to guide them back toward the fitting room full of mirrors, tucked away as it usually was in an offshoot of the tailor.
When he hears Danta’s thought of slipping his glamour up, he glances over at him curiously, briefly before he settles quickly. He’d promised not to judge, so he tries his best to keep his face vacant of anything that might prove otherwise as he smiles over at his lover. “Ah, I would imagine you could certainly fool the masses.” He hums with a soft laugh.
It does burn, but only in the way that he’d miss those diamond horns shining and glittering under the lantern light as he perused the crowd.
Of course, assuming he’d let Danta get that far away from him.
They’re all in agreement, at least, and he drapes the chain cape over his arm and sweeps his other arm against the Maverick’s lower back. “I believe so. Are you ready, darling?” He asks, though having given the question he assumes as much and already begins to guide them back toward the fitting room full of mirrors, tucked away as it usually was in an offshoot of the tailor.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
