Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
The question, as he receives the gloves and looks them over, hoisting the cane into the crook of his elbow, brings a dark and amused laugh from the butcher’s lips as he shakes his head. “Alas, it is not in my repertoire.” Flashing Deimos a toothy grin, he shakes his head and slips the gloves on — just to make it that much more difficult.
As for what he wishes to work on, his head tilts this way and that before a thought comes to mind. “I don’t suppose you have healing magic, do you?” He asks initially, wondering whether it would be worth staining his clothes for the bloodbane — yet also not wishing to worry Danta on the off chance he came back home mauled. He doesn’t specifically state what the magic is, either, choosing to let Deimos figure it out on his own.
“Ah! And it seems my dear Dygra has been creative since we’ve woken. There is new magic I did not have the privilege of having before I’d fallen into stasis.” Granted, it would be difficult here unless fire sparked for his shadows to be toyed with, but the faint line of the tall thin one he casts warbles with intensity as the butcher unbuttons the top button of his shirt and prepares for Deimos to make the first move, cane in gloved hand.
As for what he wishes to work on, his head tilts this way and that before a thought comes to mind. “I don’t suppose you have healing magic, do you?” He asks initially, wondering whether it would be worth staining his clothes for the bloodbane — yet also not wishing to worry Danta on the off chance he came back home mauled. He doesn’t specifically state what the magic is, either, choosing to let Deimos figure it out on his own.
“Ah! And it seems my dear Dygra has been creative since we’ve woken. There is new magic I did not have the privilege of having before I’d fallen into stasis.” Granted, it would be difficult here unless fire sparked for his shadows to be toyed with, but the faint line of the tall thin one he casts warbles with intensity as the butcher unbuttons the top button of his shirt and prepares for Deimos to make the first move, cane in gloved hand.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
