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
“Charlie has been more than willing to plan the bloodlust and the consecration.” Astaroth hums, sure that she’d also be willing to help with the carving, but when it comes to the full build? His grin is shot back toward the Maverick. “The more the merrier, however.” Especially with the bloodlust and any extras. Of course, he’d chat with Charlie about it to figure out the rest of the details surrounding it.
Paired with Danta’s magic, the butcher’s own adds to it to prevent the cart and their clothes from burning into ash, listening diligently to the idea that the Maverick offers. “Oh ho ho, that sounds brilliant,” his dark gaze already seeming a touch far away as he begins to imagine what exactly he might be able to get away with within this ‘rage room’.
Talk of the void immediately sours it, but he absorbs the information with a nod and a nose wrinkle at the mention of heralds in general. “What might we do to protect it further? The Inner Quarter is already safe isn’t it?” He muses thoughtfully.
Paired with Danta’s magic, the butcher’s own adds to it to prevent the cart and their clothes from burning into ash, listening diligently to the idea that the Maverick offers. “Oh ho ho, that sounds brilliant,” his dark gaze already seeming a touch far away as he begins to imagine what exactly he might be able to get away with within this ‘rage room’.
Talk of the void immediately sours it, but he absorbs the information with a nod and a nose wrinkle at the mention of heralds in general. “What might we do to protect it further? The Inner Quarter is already safe isn’t it?” He muses thoughtfully.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
