love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
He’s just lowering the glass of a dark red wine, reminiscent of blood that has stained the edges of his lips a touch before his tongue sweeps out across it as a precursor to the smile he shoots her way. “Well, darling, it is a powerful place to be in. Having powerful people owe you, that is.” He boasts, spinning the wine glass on the flat end a bit for the added flair before he hums a soft laugh. He relaxes against the seat, dressed in not much more than a nice pair of dark pants and a nice emerald silken shirt, buttoned only halfway.
“Did you have a preference for the design and material? I can be quite crafty with wood and bone.” As he’s sure she knows, but there’s a spark of amusement and mischief that flickers in his face before he’s setting the wine glass down and shifting his position, removing a few different blades that seem to come out of nowhere to set on the table. Each harbors their own certain blades for whichever use case they’re for, and he turns more fully toward her, his face taking on a playful dramatic seriousness. “What kind of spirits are we crafting for? We do not wish to offend, after all.”
“Did you have a preference for the design and material? I can be quite crafty with wood and bone.” As he’s sure she knows, but there’s a spark of amusement and mischief that flickers in his face before he’s setting the wine glass down and shifting his position, removing a few different blades that seem to come out of nowhere to set on the table. Each harbors their own certain blades for whichever use case they’re for, and he turns more fully toward her, his face taking on a playful dramatic seriousness. “What kind of spirits are we crafting for? We do not wish to offend, after all.”
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
