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
Hearing the shift in Flora’s tone, it snags his attention much quicker than anything else so far — and as he walks, uncaring of the smoldering grasses he’d burnt down, the butcher's dark gaze lingers on the Doubletake as the story spills from her lips. His tail sweeps low, waving some of the smoke away, nodding to her in confirmation. “Bloodbane.” He gives her a name for it for no other reason than maybe she’d like to know.
And then he’s struck with the realization that he didn’t know she had bloodbane. Bloodboon, he did, because she’d used it on him. But when she continues and says she died and that Flora had brought her back to life, the still strange panic addled mind of Astaroth’s doesn’t know what to do with the information.
Except laugh.
A deep and bolstering sound rumbles from his throat, shaking his shoulders, paired with a too sharp smile that nearly makes his cheeks ache. “Gods.” What else was there to say? “I’m sure that gave her more fuel for her bullshit.” The woe is me, victim mentality that Astaroth is so tired of hearing after he’d tried so hard to bring her into the fold. He’d been burned, badly enough that he realizes suddenly that he doesn’t even care that she’d died again and come back.
And then he’s struck with the realization that he didn’t know she had bloodbane. Bloodboon, he did, because she’d used it on him. But when she continues and says she died and that Flora had brought her back to life, the still strange panic addled mind of Astaroth’s doesn’t know what to do with the information.
Except laugh.
A deep and bolstering sound rumbles from his throat, shaking his shoulders, paired with a too sharp smile that nearly makes his cheeks ache. “Gods.” What else was there to say? “I’m sure that gave her more fuel for her bullshit.” The woe is me, victim mentality that Astaroth is so tired of hearing after he’d tried so hard to bring her into the fold. He’d been burned, badly enough that he realizes suddenly that he doesn’t even care that she’d died again and come back.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
