i don't belong among the angels // and baby that's just fine with me
“Is that so?” He asks curiously, head tilting as he scans the rows for his usual seat — trying to see if he’d interacted with an Ancient named Edmund before, and when nothing comes to mind he simply passes it off with a slight shrug. “I have not met him.” Which is his way of saying he has zero clue how well it’s going, if he hadn’t known it was there to begin with.
Nevertheless, the butcher finds his seat and drops to his knees, running his hand along the base to try and feel the inscription of his name. “I think she would as well.” He muses, frowning as he reaches in a bit further only to hear Danta’s voice rumble out that he’d found his name. Perking up, and all Danta would see initially would be his horned head pop up from behind a pew, he squints over at the Maverick before drawing himself up. “I think I can feel an A, but perhaps the rest is gone forever.” A small frown accompanies it, but he wanders closer to Danta’s to see the marks left behind of his time there.
“What did you write?”
Nevertheless, the butcher finds his seat and drops to his knees, running his hand along the base to try and feel the inscription of his name. “I think she would as well.” He muses, frowning as he reaches in a bit further only to hear Danta’s voice rumble out that he’d found his name. Perking up, and all Danta would see initially would be his horned head pop up from behind a pew, he squints over at the Maverick before drawing himself up. “I think I can feel an A, but perhaps the rest is gone forever.” A small frown accompanies it, but he wanders closer to Danta’s to see the marks left behind of his time there.
“What did you write?”
Astaroth
the things i did up there were high school // but now i'm going for my degree
