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
“Well…” The butcher trails off, slipping into the room and shutting the door far more gently behind him. He lingers there as Danta parts, only going so far as to reach for the bag and set it out of tripping distance, trying to formulate the words. The knock reaches the door and his gaze is averted from the Maverick to turn back to the door to snatch the bucket of hot water. “I did not, really, let her down.” Not at first. Even as the words leave his lips; he winces, clicking the door shut again and returning to offer the bucket of water.
“I warned her from it, of course, but… She said she could heal and it would be fine, even after I explained how my whole bloodlust works.” His nose wrinkles and he stares into the flames harder, like he might be able to burn from the inside if he tried to blind himself with the light of the flames. “It did not go well.” At first, it had as far as he was concerned. After? When he’d gotten too greedy? When he’d already warned her?
To when the mood broke and she still tried so desperately to pull him back and all he can see is how he’d mangled her shoulder.
“I warned her from it, of course, but… She said she could heal and it would be fine, even after I explained how my whole bloodlust works.” His nose wrinkles and he stares into the flames harder, like he might be able to burn from the inside if he tried to blind himself with the light of the flames. “It did not go well.” At first, it had as far as he was concerned. After? When he’d gotten too greedy? When he’d already warned her?
To when the mood broke and she still tried so desperately to pull him back and all he can see is how he’d mangled her shoulder.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
