/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
LongNight certainly was bustling with movement and people, and between flitting back and forth for the butcher, dealing with some paperwork in the back, he makes his way back out toward the front and toward the bar – dark eyes scanning the area to see if there’s anything going on that’s obvious, before his dark eyes settle on Maea as she diligently works. A frown crosses his face briefly before he steps up to the other side of the bar, hooking the cane over the lip of the counter, elbows braced against it as he leans forward toward her.
“Maea, darling, I thought you would have been done by now?” He asks, dark brow rising with a spark of concern. “Is everything alright?” She’d been here for a while now and he knows the bartenders well enough to know how their shifts worked and how the pale Ancient was certainly over the time the rest of them spent working.
“Maea, darling, I thought you would have been done by now?” He asks, dark brow rising with a spark of concern. “Is everything alright?” She’d been here for a while now and he knows the bartenders well enough to know how their shifts worked and how the pale Ancient was certainly over the time the rest of them spent working.
Astaroth
i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
