Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
The day after the birthday celebration was certainly warranted and so desperately needed, especially when the following day had this much work to get ready. For how effortless and stunning Danta looked, Astaroth is fairly confident that all the time it takes him to get put together is equally as much as Danta does (it doesn’t, but it feels like it today). The sheer golden shirt is worn alongside tight dark pants, draping in curtain-like waves down his chest, necklaces upon necklaces glitter against his scarred chest, his hair swept back in an effortless sway that isn’t tucked back as tightly as he usually would do.
His dark horns are also adorned with the glittering chains of before, alongside a multitude – and gods it’s a fuck ton – of jewelry along his fingers that clink with each movement, enough that when it comes to the final touches he lets Danta choose the final portions while he snags the muzzle from where it is, drifting over to his lover with an easy smile and a long, appreciative look up and down to see his uniform on the Theocrat. “Final touches, mm?” He asks, lifting the muzzle a touch while also twisting slightly to give Danta a final look of his entire attire in case there needs to be any adjustments.
His dark horns are also adorned with the glittering chains of before, alongside a multitude – and gods it’s a fuck ton – of jewelry along his fingers that clink with each movement, enough that when it comes to the final touches he lets Danta choose the final portions while he snags the muzzle from where it is, drifting over to his lover with an easy smile and a long, appreciative look up and down to see his uniform on the Theocrat. “Final touches, mm?” He asks, lifting the muzzle a touch while also twisting slightly to give Danta a final look of his entire attire in case there needs to be any adjustments.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
