love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
Belated, as the awkwardness and dread seeps into the butcher’s bones, he clears his throat and trails alongside Jack toward the sound of the voice. “Indeed I am.” Comes the quieter tone, until the dragon captures his attention and Flora’s responding to Jack and he thinks absolutely nothing of the two of them knowing one another. He can see the ice as it glitters and falls harmlessly atop the hedges and his masked smile fades, hands clasping at his back as he focuses on the Doubletake as she comes into view and halts.
He hasn’t responded to her last letter, he knows he should have, but he had been waiting for things to feel a little less… like they’d spiraled out of control. “Danta did not wish to come and see what the fuss was about, so he chose to send me in his stead.” Gesturing with a hand and a flick of his tail toward Jack as if that explained everything, his tail swoops low atop the grasses to match the soft sigh that passes by his lips. He can’t leave with the obligation to find out what’s going on, so he doesn’t offer it, but it’s clear he’d likely prefer that option over everything else. “Quite sorry to ruin your day, darling.” His sharp teeth snap shut as if trying to keep the pleasantries he tacks onto his typical every day phrases from escaping, having failed that, he turns his horned head and looks toward the wall of the hedges, clearing his throat.
He hasn’t responded to her last letter, he knows he should have, but he had been waiting for things to feel a little less… like they’d spiraled out of control. “Danta did not wish to come and see what the fuss was about, so he chose to send me in his stead.” Gesturing with a hand and a flick of his tail toward Jack as if that explained everything, his tail swoops low atop the grasses to match the soft sigh that passes by his lips. He can’t leave with the obligation to find out what’s going on, so he doesn’t offer it, but it’s clear he’d likely prefer that option over everything else. “Quite sorry to ruin your day, darling.” His sharp teeth snap shut as if trying to keep the pleasantries he tacks onto his typical every day phrases from escaping, having failed that, he turns his horned head and looks toward the wall of the hedges, clearing his throat.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
