// i am the righteous hand of god //
Confusion flares for hours within the Butcher’s mind. So much so that he can tell something is off from the way the Maverick moves, the way he takes part in the festivities in ways that are not inherently characteristic of himself. But he isn’t concerned just yet, not as he vanishes to his room to clean up, to come to terms with what happened, how he was perfectly fine now despite being very much not fine.
So much that when he emerges again, new clothes, dried blood cleared from his skin, he notices one thing immensely wrong. Danta’s vanished. There’s a yawning void in his stomach that burns and grows rapidly, enough that he asks those in the front of the Dusklight, where the Maverick has gone.
So he finds himself drifting up the path to the other Ancient’s room after many minutes allowed for the blonde to think, his hand reaching for the door knob, twisting it to find it unlocked and promptly closes his eyes upon opening it further. He doesn’t want to ruin the day more should Moira be within the room. “Danta, darling, is everything alright?” He asks softly, the subtle undertones of is Moira here? Should I go??
So much that when he emerges again, new clothes, dried blood cleared from his skin, he notices one thing immensely wrong. Danta’s vanished. There’s a yawning void in his stomach that burns and grows rapidly, enough that he asks those in the front of the Dusklight, where the Maverick has gone.
So he finds himself drifting up the path to the other Ancient’s room after many minutes allowed for the blonde to think, his hand reaching for the door knob, twisting it to find it unlocked and promptly closes his eyes upon opening it further. He doesn’t want to ruin the day more should Moira be within the room. “Danta, darling, is everything alright?” He asks softly, the subtle undertones of is Moira here? Should I go??
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
