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
“Thank you, darling.” Astaroth purrs contently, withdrawing from it to brush away the shavings, letting them mesh into the revealed earth. Stepping away and brushing off his hands and collecting the tools, he’s very content with the design of the shrine. Packing away the tools, a soft laugh leaves him to her innuendo, and the grin he shoots over toward her is sent with a wink.
Rising back up from the pack, he steps over toward her with a nod, offering a hand out for her to take. “I think it is perfect as it is right now. I have the tea and the tea set with me. Do you have a sitting area or a space you’d prefer to relax and brew it?” They could summon the fire to heat up the tea kettle, but if there was a more comfortable space for the priestess, the butcher certainly won’t complain.
Rising back up from the pack, he steps over toward her with a nod, offering a hand out for her to take. “I think it is perfect as it is right now. I have the tea and the tea set with me. Do you have a sitting area or a space you’d prefer to relax and brew it?” They could summon the fire to heat up the tea kettle, but if there was a more comfortable space for the priestess, the butcher certainly won’t complain.
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
