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
He does know what she means, even if he doesn’t entirely agree with it from the standpoint he’s currently at. She was everything he wasn’t, and she didn’t need to dilute her brightness with the oil slick mess he was — even if he put on a good show.
Speaking of shows, the fire erupts and burns away the grasses that had been causing her trouble as they walk, burnt down enough to finally reach a dirt road that harbors grooves of carts from passing by numerous times. And it’s about this time that Flora gets a good look at part of the man under the carefully crafted mask. “Maybe.” He doesn’t think they’ll be as intimidating nor utilized the way they had been centuries ago, which makes it a little less fun.
And Maea, having known about some of the stories, some of the reservations she harbored toward him were founded in truth. But her actions over what he did were mortifying rather than gratifying, even to those that wished to do the pale Ancient harm. And that is what the butcher can’t quite understand.
“I haven’t seen her since the Climb. Have you?” He asks, glancing over at her with his still too dark eyes despite the sun beaming merrily overhead.
Speaking of shows, the fire erupts and burns away the grasses that had been causing her trouble as they walk, burnt down enough to finally reach a dirt road that harbors grooves of carts from passing by numerous times. And it’s about this time that Flora gets a good look at part of the man under the carefully crafted mask. “Maybe.” He doesn’t think they’ll be as intimidating nor utilized the way they had been centuries ago, which makes it a little less fun.
And Maea, having known about some of the stories, some of the reservations she harbored toward him were founded in truth. But her actions over what he did were mortifying rather than gratifying, even to those that wished to do the pale Ancient harm. And that is what the butcher can’t quite understand.
“I haven’t seen her since the Climb. Have you?” He asks, glancing over at her with his still too dark eyes despite the sun beaming merrily overhead.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
