// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
He had not expected the conversation to frustrate him so badly. Usually, yes, he could handle people not being okay with the things he did. But this was different, and to be compared to a different kind of monster, it sets the butcher’s sharp teeth on edge. Hissing out a sound as he paces in his office later after the event but still letting it flood his mind, going over everything in his head, nearly wearing lines in the flooring before he hisses out a sound of further annoyance and marches himself up the stairs from the back rooms to Danta’s.
Learning from his previous mistake, his knuckles knock against the door, two glasses and whiskey as opposed to wine. “Danta, darling, may I come in?” He asks through the door, his voice taking on an edge of frustration and coldness that is unlike him at the present moment, more akin to the butcher that had walked through the tunnels and rooms of the Climb.
Learning from his previous mistake, his knuckles knock against the door, two glasses and whiskey as opposed to wine. “Danta, darling, may I come in?” He asks through the door, his voice taking on an edge of frustration and coldness that is unlike him at the present moment, more akin to the butcher that had walked through the tunnels and rooms of the Climb.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
