/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
Everything goes swiftly for the butcher, and everything speeds up the second Maea’s not there. And even as he makes the trek back after having cleaned up, bundled back in his outer clothes, face free of blood aside from a slight stain on his cheek above the beard, does Astaroth return to the dark outside cold. The tension is gone, and in its place a different kind of buzzing beneath his skin. His posture returned and his steps light and easy, he’s halfway to the Dusklight when he notices someone slumped outside.
And how could he miss it? It was his cloak, after all. So he zeroes in on the figure, stepping over to crouch before her, head tilting as he reaches out to gently prod her shoulder. “Maea, darling, I told you to get some sleep. Whatever are you doing out here?” He asks, knowing fully well how she initially refused any idea to escape to the outdoors during Longnight here in the Grounds.
Waiting with far more patience than he usually has, Astaroth watches her curiously.
And how could he miss it? It was his cloak, after all. So he zeroes in on the figure, stepping over to crouch before her, head tilting as he reaches out to gently prod her shoulder. “Maea, darling, I told you to get some sleep. Whatever are you doing out here?” He asks, knowing fully well how she initially refused any idea to escape to the outdoors during Longnight here in the Grounds.
Waiting with far more patience than he usually has, Astaroth watches her curiously.
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
