am i the wolf or the savior?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
A sound akin to mhm escapes the butcher in agreement to the fact he doesn’t just drop off like that – too much in control over his own location and what exactly he’s doing that he has a time and a place for such endeavors. Out in the middle of the woods after one deer hunt was decidedly not one of those times, and yet the butcher found himself sacked out against Danta, leaving him to keep watch (if it mattered much to keep watch). Perhaps it says something to the comfort the Maverick brings more than anything else, and he’s content to believe that more than believe something was wrong with him as they walk and step over vines to reach the trail. “I would be honored to help with it.” Given that he’d likely be utilizing it a lot.
Anyway, as Danta is captivated by the sky above them, the butcher is captivated by the sunshine blonde beside him, his affection knowing no limits. So much so that he rests his cheek against Danta’s, parting only when the bounce of their steps bring them apart. “The stars are different now.” He admits softly. “Time, and Safrin, likely, have changed them since we were last awake.” He would know, he often utilized the stars to find his way back home. A navigator, who was lost in this second chance, who luckily doesn’t have the same job position. “I believe I prefer these stars over the previous.” He admits softly, and while it was because it was more of a mystery or because he has the ability to actually enjoy their beauty is another story.
They continue to follow the path, avoiding the vines that reach out to snare, and after a few moments there’s the quieting of the forest for a sharp hollow knock of what sounds like a hammer hitting wood. An odd thing to do at night, but as they approach, they’ll find one of those wagons they were looking for – and the owner, trying desperately trying to get the wheel back into place with an oil lantern for light that isn’t appearing to do much.
Anyway, as Danta is captivated by the sky above them, the butcher is captivated by the sunshine blonde beside him, his affection knowing no limits. So much so that he rests his cheek against Danta’s, parting only when the bounce of their steps bring them apart. “The stars are different now.” He admits softly. “Time, and Safrin, likely, have changed them since we were last awake.” He would know, he often utilized the stars to find his way back home. A navigator, who was lost in this second chance, who luckily doesn’t have the same job position. “I believe I prefer these stars over the previous.” He admits softly, and while it was because it was more of a mystery or because he has the ability to actually enjoy their beauty is another story.
They continue to follow the path, avoiding the vines that reach out to snare, and after a few moments there’s the quieting of the forest for a sharp hollow knock of what sounds like a hammer hitting wood. An odd thing to do at night, but as they approach, they’ll find one of those wagons they were looking for – and the owner, trying desperately trying to get the wheel back into place with an oil lantern for light that isn’t appearing to do much.
Astaroth
come a little closer
