so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
He was a difficult one to lose when he didn’t want to be lost, though that isn’t a fact that slips from his lips while they’re in the presence of the pale Ancient. Instead, Flora’s arm is warm as it slips into his own offered one, his quiet tone sharp and soft simultaneously for the Queen’s ear only. Though the answer received is one that has a huff of a laugh leaving him, because of course that was true.
And yet, Maea still says absolutely nothing.
Not interested in letting the loreseeker ruin what has been intended on being a good day, the butcher adjusts his own bag against his shoulder, arm still intertwined with the queens as he drops his gaze and that sharp smile to her as he straightens. “Shall we not let her ruin our day?” He suggests, unsurprised that the shorter Ancient would have nothing much to say at all. Astaroth isn’t too inclined to enact any of his own justice right this second anyway, not with the beautiful company he has and the promise of Frey’s Breath to soothe his mind.
“Come,” his deeper accented tone vibrates toward Flora. “We are nearly there.” Pulling his dark gaze away from Maea, he looks down the path still leading to open up entirely into Frey’s Breath.
And yet, Maea still says absolutely nothing.
Not interested in letting the loreseeker ruin what has been intended on being a good day, the butcher adjusts his own bag against his shoulder, arm still intertwined with the queens as he drops his gaze and that sharp smile to her as he straightens. “Shall we not let her ruin our day?” He suggests, unsurprised that the shorter Ancient would have nothing much to say at all. Astaroth isn’t too inclined to enact any of his own justice right this second anyway, not with the beautiful company he has and the promise of Frey’s Breath to soothe his mind.
“Come,” his deeper accented tone vibrates toward Flora. “We are nearly there.” Pulling his dark gaze away from Maea, he looks down the path still leading to open up entirely into Frey’s Breath.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
