lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and i am not kind
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
Tension relieved from his shoulders over the days of being in Torchline, it miraculously hasn’t returned despite the return to his normal day to day. It’s colder here, but the fire that they keep stoked in their rooms helps keep the lingering reminder of the humid warmth they’d had in Torchline, and as it stands, the butcher has returned to the status quo.
The status quo meaning that he’s the watchful security keeping tabs on the main section of the Dusklight, content to lean against the wall with his cane in hand, dressed in a fine dark grey suit with a dark, burnt orange silken shirt beneath it, looking every inch impeccably dressed and all that much more intimidating for it.
Scanning the crowds and groupings, his gaze drifts back toward the bar where he’d seen the Maverick not too long before, only to find it empty of the blonde — which has him continuing to glance around in search for the establishment’s proprietor.
The status quo meaning that he’s the watchful security keeping tabs on the main section of the Dusklight, content to lean against the wall with his cane in hand, dressed in a fine dark grey suit with a dark, burnt orange silken shirt beneath it, looking every inch impeccably dressed and all that much more intimidating for it.
Scanning the crowds and groupings, his gaze drifts back toward the bar where he’d seen the Maverick not too long before, only to find it empty of the blonde — which has him continuing to glance around in search for the establishment’s proprietor.
Astaroth
say your prayers now
