oh wouldn't that be lovely? you would torture me
whisper me the reasons that you hated me
whisper me the reasons that you hated me
In agreement and settled in to concentrate — because gods would they need it — the butcher watches as his whip misses the intended target, cracking an echo through the training arena. A dismissive snort leaves the butcher despite the smile that remains on his face, twisting up the corners of his lips. And he coils it back up as he watches Deimos take his shot.
It’s more on target than Asta’s had been, but without the crack and the force. But it’s a start, as they all end up being, and the butcher focuses again as he twists his body enough and flicks the main portion of the whip in time with the way his tail sweeps out for the additional balance.
This time when he flicks the whip, it’s a mixture of pure luck as it lashes out, smacking the target right in its side with a loud pop that has a bit of the feathery stuffing within it flaring out into the air.
It’s more on target than Asta’s had been, but without the crack and the force. But it’s a start, as they all end up being, and the butcher focuses again as he twists his body enough and flicks the main portion of the whip in time with the way his tail sweeps out for the additional balance.
This time when he flicks the whip, it’s a mixture of pure luck as it lashes out, smacking the target right in its side with a loud pop that has a bit of the feathery stuffing within it flaring out into the air.
Astaroth
say it in the way that makes my knees go weak
