the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
Grateful with a nod from his horned head to the blacksmith as he retrieves the pots to pour them into the minds, Astaroth still remains as tense and poised, trying to keep himself put together given that he’s out in public and simply can’t just vanish on the spot (regardless of how much he wants to.)
There isn’t the shark toothed smile anymore, simply just him straightening and ensuring he’s focused away from where the crow remains close enough to smack on the pumpkin stolen. The butcher reaches up to brush a few loose pieces of hair back, exhaling slowly, while the too harsh Halovian Whitebrim accent continues. “Yeah. Not a fan of crows, is all.” There’s a mirthless half smile offered Deimos’ way before he’s reaching for a hammer just to have something to do with his hands while the blacksmith slips the molds further away to cool before he can do anything with it.
“Are they like… boggart style of illusions?” Something that was meant to frighten and terrify?
There isn’t the shark toothed smile anymore, simply just him straightening and ensuring he’s focused away from where the crow remains close enough to smack on the pumpkin stolen. The butcher reaches up to brush a few loose pieces of hair back, exhaling slowly, while the too harsh Halovian Whitebrim accent continues. “Yeah. Not a fan of crows, is all.” There’s a mirthless half smile offered Deimos’ way before he’s reaching for a hammer just to have something to do with his hands while the blacksmith slips the molds further away to cool before he can do anything with it.
“Are they like… boggart style of illusions?” Something that was meant to frighten and terrify?
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
