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
Focusing on the bell while he’s in this form to get it coated in the dark soot of his fiery breath, it heats up the stall area only a fraction as the majority of the fire goes into the brazier. He shifts back into himself, plucking the piece of bone between his fingers despite the heat radiating off of it because he knows it won’t burn him – content to let it cool in his hands as he watches the Warden’s hands glow again and the jacket from the sketch comes to life.
Brows lifting in spite of himself, his grin brightens a touch as he sets the bone down in a cloth now that it’s cooled enough to not singe it. “Wow.” He breathes, at a loss of words for the moment as he cleans off his hands to take the jacket into his hands. It’s the perfect size, shape, and color – the fabric heavy but warm and would retain plenty of the heat he so desperately tries not to lose.
Running his hands over the velvet collar to feel the softness, the butcher’s tail twitches in a wag akin to the shift he’d just utilized as his dark gaze lifts to Deimos with a grin. “This is spectacular. Thank you so much.” He stands, testing it out as he slips it on, feeling the warmth sink into his bones and remain there against the cold. It’s a snug and perfectly comfortable fit, though he doesn’t wear it for much longer – not wishing to ruin it with all the soot he’s currently dealing with. “And just in time for the worst of this season.” He tacks on with a soft laugh, turning to hang it nearby so he wouldn’t forget it but also keep it out of the way enough he wouldn’t ruin it.
Brows lifting in spite of himself, his grin brightens a touch as he sets the bone down in a cloth now that it’s cooled enough to not singe it. “Wow.” He breathes, at a loss of words for the moment as he cleans off his hands to take the jacket into his hands. It’s the perfect size, shape, and color – the fabric heavy but warm and would retain plenty of the heat he so desperately tries not to lose.
Running his hands over the velvet collar to feel the softness, the butcher’s tail twitches in a wag akin to the shift he’d just utilized as his dark gaze lifts to Deimos with a grin. “This is spectacular. Thank you so much.” He stands, testing it out as he slips it on, feeling the warmth sink into his bones and remain there against the cold. It’s a snug and perfectly comfortable fit, though he doesn’t wear it for much longer – not wishing to ruin it with all the soot he’s currently dealing with. “And just in time for the worst of this season.” He tacks on with a soft laugh, turning to hang it nearby so he wouldn’t forget it but also keep it out of the way enough he wouldn’t ruin it.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
