i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
“I am happy too.” As if it wasn’t already evident by the way his voice changes when he speaks of the Maverick, the way he lets a certain softness envelop himself as he reminisces. He often thinks he’s able to keep himself masked up better than this — but love, however mundane he finds the word, has changed that.
Amusement lingers in his gaze as he lets the dark honey sweep from her to the path ahead, a perfectly good body guard that shares his warmth with her as they wander in the chill of Leafchange, listening dutifully enough to let the soft chuckle leave him to hear Flora mention she doesn’t know whether to be offended or not. As she continues, though, he flashes her a shark toothed grin again. “You are infinitely impressive, darling.” Despite not dating her, he’s more than willing to rave about everything she’s accomplished (number one, being the fact she’d convinced Safrin to save him).
His dark gaze focuses on her to see the flush and tells of love, of adoration and all the happy giddiness in between. “Ah, is that so?” He muses, the butcher reflecting on whether he’d been able to sense it back then in his memories— but admittedly, he’d been quite distracted with the fact he and Flora had not been on talking terms and the whole boggart thing. “Hah, well, I do not envy the man for having so many fathers to impress.” He snorts, grin twisting a bit crooked. “I highly doubt I would have succeeded as well.” He tests the water of joking about their time together before he shakes through it.
“Are they simply overreacting?” He doesn’t know Remi and has in fact met Ronin once, but he doesn’t know how they would react when it came to their daughter’s dating prospects. He hadn’t made it that far with her.
Amusement lingers in his gaze as he lets the dark honey sweep from her to the path ahead, a perfectly good body guard that shares his warmth with her as they wander in the chill of Leafchange, listening dutifully enough to let the soft chuckle leave him to hear Flora mention she doesn’t know whether to be offended or not. As she continues, though, he flashes her a shark toothed grin again. “You are infinitely impressive, darling.” Despite not dating her, he’s more than willing to rave about everything she’s accomplished (number one, being the fact she’d convinced Safrin to save him).
His dark gaze focuses on her to see the flush and tells of love, of adoration and all the happy giddiness in between. “Ah, is that so?” He muses, the butcher reflecting on whether he’d been able to sense it back then in his memories— but admittedly, he’d been quite distracted with the fact he and Flora had not been on talking terms and the whole boggart thing. “Hah, well, I do not envy the man for having so many fathers to impress.” He snorts, grin twisting a bit crooked. “I highly doubt I would have succeeded as well.” He tests the water of joking about their time together before he shakes through it.
“Are they simply overreacting?” He doesn’t know Remi and has in fact met Ronin once, but he doesn’t know how they would react when it came to their daughter’s dating prospects. He hadn’t made it that far with her.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
