the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
Separating out the ore into the pots, it’s with ashy dust covered hands that the butcher hears his name — dark gaze lifting to scan and see who has stopped by to say hello. His smile widens, brightly, greeting the Warden with ease. “Ah, Deimos, hello. I am indeed making something.” He confirms, gaze and smile twisting a touch mischievous. “A weapon, actually, would you like to come and see?” He asks, raising his brow as he starts to set one of the pots into the flame with the help of the blacksmith.
He turns back to see the jostling bag over the larger man’s shoulder, hearing his question in regards to pumpkins, head tilting enough that a few loose pieces of his dark hair fall into his face from where it had been tied back. “Mm, the bakery down the road may find use for it?” They had been touting about their decadently sweet new tart recipes. Perhaps pumpkin might be a potential option for them to test out some new recipes.
He turns back to see the jostling bag over the larger man’s shoulder, hearing his question in regards to pumpkins, head tilting enough that a few loose pieces of his dark hair fall into his face from where it had been tied back. “Mm, the bakery down the road may find use for it?” They had been touting about their decadently sweet new tart recipes. Perhaps pumpkin might be a potential option for them to test out some new recipes.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
