// we haven't won, and if we win, //
“Ah, so you’re saying you have reached a number so high you have forgotten them all?” Smirking despite himself, the butcher is gladly accepting of the fire that cleanses them both, until no more of the bloody water remains. He lets the Maverick’s hand go, carefully making his way back over toward their piles, collecting the neatly folded wardrobe he’d left beside the shore.
Slipping the clothes on, the butcher leaves his pants unbuttoned, if only to shrug the shirt on and button it and tuck in the rest. “I am sure there is plenty of space. Charlie and I have already picked the spot for the shrine and carved the obsidian for it.” Flashing Danta an easier grin, Astaroth’s tail waves contently. “What else is required for the room?” He asks, cocking his head as he slips the belt on, stepping over toward Danta to glance at the canteens in his possession.
Slipping the clothes on, the butcher leaves his pants unbuttoned, if only to shrug the shirt on and button it and tuck in the rest. “I am sure there is plenty of space. Charlie and I have already picked the spot for the shrine and carved the obsidian for it.” Flashing Danta an easier grin, Astaroth’s tail waves contently. “What else is required for the room?” He asks, cocking his head as he slips the belt on, stepping over toward Danta to glance at the canteens in his possession.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
