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
“Charlie, how did you do that?” He asks in a surprised tone of excitement, gesturing to how she had just appeared before him, when suddenly she’s inspecting his clothes and he’s more than happy to let her peruse. “You look stunning, my dear.” He says in turn to the wide legged trousers, the beautiful blouse.
At the pleading tone of the priestess, though, he does immediately follow – taking her warm hand into his as he steps away from the slab, wandering over to see all the work she’s done. The floorboards, once pristine, have been torn up in such a perfect nonverbal explanation of chaos he’s seen.
Squeezing her hand, his grin is as bright as it is sharp as he takes it all in and pulls her along with him to step into it, dark eyes following each and every broken up plank of wood. “This is perfect,” he starts to say before turning to her and inclining his head, bending toward her a bit. “Of course, you were the one who did it so I how could it not be?” The compliment is punctuated with a wink.
At the pleading tone of the priestess, though, he does immediately follow – taking her warm hand into his as he steps away from the slab, wandering over to see all the work she’s done. The floorboards, once pristine, have been torn up in such a perfect nonverbal explanation of chaos he’s seen.
Squeezing her hand, his grin is as bright as it is sharp as he takes it all in and pulls her along with him to step into it, dark eyes following each and every broken up plank of wood. “This is perfect,” he starts to say before turning to her and inclining his head, bending toward her a bit. “Of course, you were the one who did it so I how could it not be?” The compliment is punctuated with a wink.
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
