Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
“Perfect.” Astaroth hums, draining another sip from his glass, already thinking up what to send her way for other options for books. While murder mysteries were fun, it wasn’t the sole thing that the butcher was interested in. So content with the idea of their little book club, he shifts his focus toward the talk of sedatives and where precisely he’s been getting them.
He doesn’t miss her unimpressed look, and with her warning his grin flashes a touch wider. “Of course, darling. I will be careful.” Will he? It remains to be seen. Isla doesn’t know the way the butcher has a tendency of overdoing things just to stop feeling certain ways, and that’s something he doesn’t admit to her in the here and now.
“I will drop by later.” He hums to her, snagging the book to hand to her. And with more idle chatter to fill Isla’s midday break, he lets her depart with a bright grin nearly as sunny as the sun itself.
— FIN
He doesn’t miss her unimpressed look, and with her warning his grin flashes a touch wider. “Of course, darling. I will be careful.” Will he? It remains to be seen. Isla doesn’t know the way the butcher has a tendency of overdoing things just to stop feeling certain ways, and that’s something he doesn’t admit to her in the here and now.
“I will drop by later.” He hums to her, snagging the book to hand to her. And with more idle chatter to fill Isla’s midday break, he lets her depart with a bright grin nearly as sunny as the sun itself.
— FIN
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
