/// forgive me father, for i have sinned
and as i kneel here now,
and as i kneel here now,
Purple is distinctly a thought he’s never once had when it came to Danta, and it’s clear as the butcher straightens up and looks over to the Maverick as if inspecting it, imagining it in all sorts of varieties. “Oooh.” He croons, nodding to give Charlie his acceptance over such a thought. He even flashes her a wide shark toothed grin as she seeks out his attention. “Yes.” He agrees softly.
Ah but then talk of tying a cherry stem into a knot is something that he doesn’t expect and he glances between the two blondes as he considers it. “I… I don’t think I have ever tried?” Here his carefully crafted demeanor and accent start to wobble, edging more into that rougher Whitebrim tone. He takes one sip of his drink and then fishes a cherry out, eating the sweet fruit before he tries, carefully trying to both not slice his tongue on his teeth or cut through the stem as he maneuvers it around in his mouth.
Oh and he succeeds, not without failure, though. And he reaches up to pull the knotted cherry stem out, humming a laugh as his fingertips come away with a touch of blood. “Alright, well, that was a fun attempt.” He says, nose wrinkling as the knotted cherry stem bursts into flame within his fingers.
Ah but then talk of tying a cherry stem into a knot is something that he doesn’t expect and he glances between the two blondes as he considers it. “I… I don’t think I have ever tried?” Here his carefully crafted demeanor and accent start to wobble, edging more into that rougher Whitebrim tone. He takes one sip of his drink and then fishes a cherry out, eating the sweet fruit before he tries, carefully trying to both not slice his tongue on his teeth or cut through the stem as he maneuvers it around in his mouth.
Oh and he succeeds, not without failure, though. And he reaches up to pull the knotted cherry stem out, humming a laugh as his fingertips come away with a touch of blood. “Alright, well, that was a fun attempt.” He says, nose wrinkling as the knotted cherry stem bursts into flame within his fingers.
Astaroth
hands red with blood,
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
