so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
The butcher pays little mind to how much Isar eats or how quickly, so long as he keeps to his silent promise about leaving the hand alone. So as the rest of the Ramphire begins to vanish into the emaciated man, Astaroth continues to pack up his haul, feathers and the hand itself tucked away into a bag, before the rest of it in yet another, rolled up prim and proper like it was just another day at the office and he was getting ready to head home.
“It would be similar to a soldier, but, there is a prison there. Perhaps if someone were more on the inside for any reoccurring troublemakers, it may not be surprising to see the occasional one go missing..?” Raising a brow back toward the other man with the suggestion laid out, knowing that he’ll catch the drift and wondering what his opinion on such an idea might be.
“It would be similar to a soldier, but, there is a prison there. Perhaps if someone were more on the inside for any reoccurring troublemakers, it may not be surprising to see the occasional one go missing..?” Raising a brow back toward the other man with the suggestion laid out, knowing that he’ll catch the drift and wondering what his opinion on such an idea might be.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
