so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
The day is a vibrant one for the Grounds, the day breaking into mostly sun with a smattering of clouds hued white and gold from where they pass over it. Rain, having recently fallen, floods his nose with the scent of blooming flowers and wet leaves. It’s a relaxing scent for the butcher, though he can’t place why.
It keeps his shoulders loose and body relaxed just so as he strolls into the Temple, cane back in hand finally, dressed up in a comfortable light green silken shirt and a nice pair of pants. Having mentioned the day in passing to Charlie to ensure she was there and ready for them to carve, Astaroth’s already got a bag in his free hand of chisels and the like, ready to get to work (and maybe if there’s a tea set and a particular type of tea within, well, that’s his secret).
“Charlie, darling, I have acquired what we need. Apologies for leaving the slab here for so long.” Stepping back toward the slab in question, Astaroth sets the cane aside and runs his hand along the stone.
It keeps his shoulders loose and body relaxed just so as he strolls into the Temple, cane back in hand finally, dressed up in a comfortable light green silken shirt and a nice pair of pants. Having mentioned the day in passing to Charlie to ensure she was there and ready for them to carve, Astaroth’s already got a bag in his free hand of chisels and the like, ready to get to work (and maybe if there’s a tea set and a particular type of tea within, well, that’s his secret).
“Charlie, darling, I have acquired what we need. Apologies for leaving the slab here for so long.” Stepping back toward the slab in question, Astaroth sets the cane aside and runs his hand along the stone.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
