so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
What a lovely sight to see, the butcher thinks as he makes his rounds. Curving easily around the edge of the bar toward a particular blonde it has been too long since he’s seen, his smile is sharp but warm as his tall stature helps him cut a path through the crowd of the Dusklight to get right up next to the Queen of Torchline, positive that it isn’t him she’s here to see, but another particularly devilish blonde.
The cane clicks against the ground with a dull clack, stopping only to be hooked onto the bar within reach as he leans against it and flashes her that very same warm and too toothy grin. “Flora, my dear, what a pleasant surprise.” He chimes his greeting toward her, inclining his head as any gentleman does, giving her his full undivided attention. “Danta should be out shortly.” Already his dark gaze lifts toward one of the hallways that slipped away to the back rooms, as if expecting the Maverick to simply just appear out of nowhere.
The cane clicks against the ground with a dull clack, stopping only to be hooked onto the bar within reach as he leans against it and flashes her that very same warm and too toothy grin. “Flora, my dear, what a pleasant surprise.” He chimes his greeting toward her, inclining his head as any gentleman does, giving her his full undivided attention. “Danta should be out shortly.” Already his dark gaze lifts toward one of the hallways that slipped away to the back rooms, as if expecting the Maverick to simply just appear out of nowhere.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
