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
The fyrhund within him thoroughly enjoys this challenge – and it’s evident in the wag of his tail behind him – the flat spaded portion flicking back and forth as he has to learn to be quicker with recalling the whip. No longer does he curl it up, instead he simply makes the gesture of drawing it back, the ends dragging across the ground with little, easy bounces, before he’s ready to strike again.
Only this time, Deimos pulls it toward him, and falling back into his baser instincts, the butcher uses the handle to smack it in its chest as he sidesteps, flicking the whip back around with a crack that will hopefully come into contact with the dummy’s side for daring to come close. And all alongside the shenanigans, the butcher’s dark chuckle vibrates from his chest of pure delight.
Only this time, Deimos pulls it toward him, and falling back into his baser instincts, the butcher uses the handle to smack it in its chest as he sidesteps, flicking the whip back around with a crack that will hopefully come into contact with the dummy’s side for daring to come close. And all alongside the shenanigans, the butcher’s dark chuckle vibrates from his chest of pure delight.
Astaroth
say it in the way that makes my knees go weak
