love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
Watching the boggart as it falls, the butcher works his jaw and exhales a sigh of relief as crows turn to ash, blown away on a wind that has him glancing toward his companions to take a quick assessment of the situation. The blood spreading from the Abandoned’s chest as Flora’s arm wraps around his side to help, the butcher moves to Jack’s other side for any additional help that might be required. “For now, yeah.” Comes the deep Whitebrim grit, no suave velveteen hums of his voice.
Still twitchy and thrumming with adrenaline and no place to put it, the butcher simply shrugs out of his waistcoat as they walk, slipping out of the black shirt beneath and revealing the multitude of scars carved by those brutal beaks mere seconds ago. Bunching it up into a ball, he hands it to Jack. “Apply pressure to your chest until we can get out of here.” Comes the rough demand, while the butcher slips the waistcoat back on, leaving it unbuttoned but at least covering the majority of his scarring.
Still twitchy and thrumming with adrenaline and no place to put it, the butcher simply shrugs out of his waistcoat as they walk, slipping out of the black shirt beneath and revealing the multitude of scars carved by those brutal beaks mere seconds ago. Bunching it up into a ball, he hands it to Jack. “Apply pressure to your chest until we can get out of here.” Comes the rough demand, while the butcher slips the waistcoat back on, leaving it unbuttoned but at least covering the majority of his scarring.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
