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
“It is impressive, isn’t it?” Unable to read any potential sarcasm within Danta’s tone, the butcher answers him confidently as he picks stair after stair, slowly making his way up them with Danta’s help (and an admission of just how much he hated them to begin with). And gods if the Maverick doesn’t make the butcher have to actually think about his response.
One step, then the next step, the butcher remains silent before deciding on “both.” At least they’re over halfway now, and he focuses hard on making it up the rest of the way without falling down them, especially with how intertwined with the Theocrat he is. “They make my knees hurt.” Comes the hiss of an admission the second they’ve reached the top, leaning heavier into Danta as he tries to catch his breath (whether he’s forgotten to breathe on the last few steps or if the stairs really took the piss out of him, it’s anyone’s guess.)
But they’ve made it! And that’s what matters, right?
One step, then the next step, the butcher remains silent before deciding on “both.” At least they’re over halfway now, and he focuses hard on making it up the rest of the way without falling down them, especially with how intertwined with the Theocrat he is. “They make my knees hurt.” Comes the hiss of an admission the second they’ve reached the top, leaning heavier into Danta as he tries to catch his breath (whether he’s forgotten to breathe on the last few steps or if the stairs really took the piss out of him, it’s anyone’s guess.)
But they’ve made it! And that’s what matters, right?
Astaroth
say your prayers now
