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
Ah, if there’s one thing the butcher hates, it’s having something overhead. Now, while it is a training session and there aren’t any wings to listen to the beats of (or the cries of meat and eyes) it does make it easier. But it still sparks that discomfort and quiet panic within his gut that the butcher easily masks up with the utilization of the whip – no longer waiting for it to be wound up before he uses it.
In a repeat of before, he drags it back quickly, the sound snaking across the ground before he’s flicking his wrist and arm up above his head, creating a cracking sound as he aims for the training dummy’s chest again, while fire sparks in the palm of his other hand as if he’s tempering himself from adding it to the weaponry. He refrains, though, because they had agreed upon it being simply a weapon’s training.
In a repeat of before, he drags it back quickly, the sound snaking across the ground before he’s flicking his wrist and arm up above his head, creating a cracking sound as he aims for the training dummy’s chest again, while fire sparks in the palm of his other hand as if he’s tempering himself from adding it to the weaponry. He refrains, though, because they had agreed upon it being simply a weapon’s training.
Astaroth
say it in the way that makes my knees go weak
