i don't belong among the angels // and baby that's just fine with me
Thalassa’s sarcasm sparks a rumbling laugh from the butcher, a smirk growing into the grin as he glances toward her, his dark gaze fixating on her and the blade for a moment. “You are able to do whatever you like, my dear. It is open for you either way.” He offers with a shrug that brings the cane up and back down into the sandy, glittering earth. “I certainly don’t grovel despite finding a home there.” He does… Just… In other ways.
Anyway.
His dark gaze slides back over to Isar with another quiet chuckle leaving him, inclining his head. “You don’t particularly look the part as of yet.” His sharp grin remains fixated on him. “I suppose it could change, however, if that is what you wished to do.” Tilting his head this way and that, he considers. “Perhaps you might suit a hunter better?” He prompts, raising a dark brow.
Anyway.
His dark gaze slides back over to Isar with another quiet chuckle leaving him, inclining his head. “You don’t particularly look the part as of yet.” His sharp grin remains fixated on him. “I suppose it could change, however, if that is what you wished to do.” Tilting his head this way and that, he considers. “Perhaps you might suit a hunter better?” He prompts, raising a dark brow.
Astaroth
the things i did up there were high school // but now i'm going for my degree
