// we haven't won, and if we win, //
A cage he feels as if he doesn’t have a huge right to complain about, given that there were others he knows that had it so much worse than he did. But, content to agree to disagree, Astaroth lets the drugs continue to dull his senses, numb his mind, and his words end up being far less eloquent as the minutes span on – a reversion, of sorts, back to the less proper tones that Whitebrim harbored.
“Mm, unfortunate.” Astaroth says despite realizing it was likely for the best – there was nothing to do other than see what happened, and if he expected the worst and received anything above it? Then obviously it was leagues better than what could have happened. So, the butcher settles into the comfortable nothingness that the drugs provide, watching Isla and not quite seeing her as she finishes cleaning up and returns to draw the blankets on over him.
He starts to shake his head, going about as far as one little shake before setting. “I’m okay. Thanks, though.” It’s a rougher accent than before, none of the poetics, a flash into a previous life he’d tried so desperately to rid himself of. It doesn’t take him too long before the drugs lull him to sleep, either, watching as Isla vanishes into the clinic and finishes up her paperwork, and the butcher promptly passes out.
- FIN <333
“Mm, unfortunate.” Astaroth says despite realizing it was likely for the best – there was nothing to do other than see what happened, and if he expected the worst and received anything above it? Then obviously it was leagues better than what could have happened. So, the butcher settles into the comfortable nothingness that the drugs provide, watching Isla and not quite seeing her as she finishes cleaning up and returns to draw the blankets on over him.
He starts to shake his head, going about as far as one little shake before setting. “I’m okay. Thanks, though.” It’s a rougher accent than before, none of the poetics, a flash into a previous life he’d tried so desperately to rid himself of. It doesn’t take him too long before the drugs lull him to sleep, either, watching as Isla vanishes into the clinic and finishes up her paperwork, and the butcher promptly passes out.
- FIN <333
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
