the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
“I have never seen one that isn’t void touched, if I am being honest.” The butcher admits, nose wrinkling slightly with the memory, too sharp teeth grit into the frown that crosses his face. “I have also not sought one out since then. The void one nearly killed me.” He loathes to admit it and given the fact that he wouldn’t tell anyone else so easily, but given he knows Deimos is the strongest in Caido… He doesn’t see the harm in it when their enemies were mutual.
At the offer of help, though, the butcher steps aside, working in tandem beside the Sword to flatten the metal pieces. It’s easy work to distract him, and it helps to loosen the tension in his shoulders as he pushes the reminders of the Climb before he’d been ancient away.
“That would be preferable.” He drawls, withdrawing when his pieces are flattened enough to cut and start sharpening them. Guided with the help of the blacksmith and likely Deimos for this part. “While I can take a hit, the less I have to, the better, hm?”
At the offer of help, though, the butcher steps aside, working in tandem beside the Sword to flatten the metal pieces. It’s easy work to distract him, and it helps to loosen the tension in his shoulders as he pushes the reminders of the Climb before he’d been ancient away.
“That would be preferable.” He drawls, withdrawing when his pieces are flattened enough to cut and start sharpening them. Guided with the help of the blacksmith and likely Deimos for this part. “While I can take a hit, the less I have to, the better, hm?”
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
