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
“Just the usual. Evidently commented something within Flora’s hearing and rather than apologize immediately, she sat there awkwardly and silently before I got there.” Tilting his head into the touch that runs through tousled hair, the butcher huffs a whiskey scented hot breath against Danta’s shoulder. “She then tried to relate to me about traumas and reactions, as if I didn’t know what caused mine.” He lifts his head and the glass to take another sip to drown it out. “We left her by the entrance before anything else could be said or done. I did not wish for her to ruin my day again.” He offers the glass to Danta next.
On the subject of bloodlust, however, Astaroth nods and reaches forward to pluck an apple slice with a drizzle of honey, letting the crunch of it try to sate him for the meantime. “Even tomorrow the ground may be too waterlogged to do much.” The last thing he wanted to do was slip and slide around, get all muddy and messy, even if it would be relieving.
“I need more terrible people to step foot in the Dusklight.” The joke is paired with a deep hum of hunger, deepening it into a quiet vow of violence rather than the teasing he aims it to be.
On the subject of bloodlust, however, Astaroth nods and reaches forward to pluck an apple slice with a drizzle of honey, letting the crunch of it try to sate him for the meantime. “Even tomorrow the ground may be too waterlogged to do much.” The last thing he wanted to do was slip and slide around, get all muddy and messy, even if it would be relieving.
“I need more terrible people to step foot in the Dusklight.” The joke is paired with a deep hum of hunger, deepening it into a quiet vow of violence rather than the teasing he aims it to be.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
