now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
Snorting, the butcher inclines his head slightly in a you got me there gesture, before shifting the pickaxe on his shoulder again to glance back over at the Maverick. “That is correct.” He drawls playfully, slowing his steps some so that the blonde can sidle up beside him (in one of his favorite powder blue shirts that he absolutely conceded the point of just who owned it because Danta pulls it off quite well).
Steel, with the decor of bronze, was certainly up his alley. Just flashy enough to belong to him yet quiet enough that it doesn’t detract from his usual attire. After all, he doesn’t want to have to compete with his cane of all things (menacing as it was). And it gives him enough of an idea to turn slightly, pausing their steps to reach up to cup his jaw and press a kiss to the corner of his lips, and if he comes away with a taste of iron, what of it? “You are brilliant, darling.” He purrs the compliment before the glint of an iron vein captures his attention and he diverts completely toward it with a bright, beaming, shark toothed grin.
“Get comfortable, my dear. Something tells me it may take me a bit of time.” Comes the warm chuckle, drawing up to the wall and setting the bag down so that he can reach up to trace the vein. After determining where to start, the butcher starts his mining adventure.
Steel, with the decor of bronze, was certainly up his alley. Just flashy enough to belong to him yet quiet enough that it doesn’t detract from his usual attire. After all, he doesn’t want to have to compete with his cane of all things (menacing as it was). And it gives him enough of an idea to turn slightly, pausing their steps to reach up to cup his jaw and press a kiss to the corner of his lips, and if he comes away with a taste of iron, what of it? “You are brilliant, darling.” He purrs the compliment before the glint of an iron vein captures his attention and he diverts completely toward it with a bright, beaming, shark toothed grin.
“Get comfortable, my dear. Something tells me it may take me a bit of time.” Comes the warm chuckle, drawing up to the wall and setting the bag down so that he can reach up to trace the vein. After determining where to start, the butcher starts his mining adventure.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
