reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“It is so.” The butcher flashes a wider smile, helping Danta to his feet before he straightens up fully himself, adjusting his golden vest and the slate collar, buttoned up to the top with a tie in the center. “Mm, of course I think of you.” He does not elaborate, he barely knows how his words might be construed in the first place.
Was it that Danta had orchestrated the first one, and with the second being more of a proof of life for the butcher based off of the first one, or was it because some subconscious part of him truly did never stop thinking of the Theocrat?
He’s not one to say.
“You are very welcome, darling.” For returning back quickly, right on time, making sure he wasn’t the cause of a potential spiral. “I do worry I may be getting into something I am not aptly prepared for.” And the worry that Flora would be changing parts of herself to please him, which does bring a fair amount of concern to the butcher’s mind each time.
Was it that Danta had orchestrated the first one, and with the second being more of a proof of life for the butcher based off of the first one, or was it because some subconscious part of him truly did never stop thinking of the Theocrat?
He’s not one to say.
“You are very welcome, darling.” For returning back quickly, right on time, making sure he wasn’t the cause of a potential spiral. “I do worry I may be getting into something I am not aptly prepared for.” And the worry that Flora would be changing parts of herself to please him, which does bring a fair amount of concern to the butcher’s mind each time.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
