reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
Of course it would be the case. Why wouldn’t it be?
Either way, the butcher is glad for the help either way as they push the cart up the uneven ground to where it flattens out. Panting, because it certainly is hard work, Astaroth flashes Danta a grin as the ground levels out. “Carving this into the shape of the shrine, sating bloodlust, consecrating, and lastly the full build.” Checking them off in his mind like he’s had each and every portion of it meticulously planned out, Astaroth’s steps slow a little the closer to the portal they get.
“You really should, darling.” He hums through panting breaths, pausing briefly before he starts to push the cart again toward the portal, ready to embrace the flames from the other side. “Did you have anything in mind?” His dark gaze flickers over toward Danta instead of the portal, a dark brow lifted alongside his question.
Either way, the butcher is glad for the help either way as they push the cart up the uneven ground to where it flattens out. Panting, because it certainly is hard work, Astaroth flashes Danta a grin as the ground levels out. “Carving this into the shape of the shrine, sating bloodlust, consecrating, and lastly the full build.” Checking them off in his mind like he’s had each and every portion of it meticulously planned out, Astaroth’s steps slow a little the closer to the portal they get.
“You really should, darling.” He hums through panting breaths, pausing briefly before he starts to push the cart again toward the portal, ready to embrace the flames from the other side. “Did you have anything in mind?” His dark gaze flickers over toward Danta instead of the portal, a dark brow lifted alongside his question.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
