Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
“I do.” He hums as he acknowledges the mumble, taking a few moments to let his gaze drop as he focused on the silk slip clinging onto his lover for deer dear life. The shadow over his shoulder continues to try and mirror the movements, its grin growing wider as Danta turns to acknowledge him more fully, betraying the butcher’s internal thoughts even as his face remains impassive with that still there grin.
The warmth of Danta’s fingertips trailing down his chest spark a slight shiver, pebbling up along his skin and coating the darkening bruises in goosebumps. He leans back a touch to give him the ability to look (preening under the attention regardless), collecting his cup of tea and taking a sip of it, answering with a click of his tongue. “Perhaps. It seems you have already found yours.” His shadows coil around him, before a tendril sweeps out to look as if it might play with Danta’s pale silken robe.
It can’t actually move it, of course, but the show is amusing regardless, especially as he wraps his shadows around himself in a makeshift robe of inky darkness, watching Danta with open intrigue to see what he’ll choose to do next.
The warmth of Danta’s fingertips trailing down his chest spark a slight shiver, pebbling up along his skin and coating the darkening bruises in goosebumps. He leans back a touch to give him the ability to look (preening under the attention regardless), collecting his cup of tea and taking a sip of it, answering with a click of his tongue. “Perhaps. It seems you have already found yours.” His shadows coil around him, before a tendril sweeps out to look as if it might play with Danta’s pale silken robe.
It can’t actually move it, of course, but the show is amusing regardless, especially as he wraps his shadows around himself in a makeshift robe of inky darkness, watching Danta with open intrigue to see what he’ll choose to do next.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
