i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
Oh, Danta’s correct when he’d said the butcher’s emotions and thoughts were easily read on his face when he relaxes enough to take his confident mask down. Because when the knife play comment drops, it’s certainly a reaction that crosses the butcher’s face — though perhaps not the one the Maverick expects. It’s a thoughtful one, a surprising acceptance of it. “Is that so?” He asks, curious, before he pushes it aside to snatch that kiss.
Then his dart goes better than any of the previous ones, and there’s a quiet brimming delight that blossoms within him, tail weaving like his fyrhund shifts tail might wag. But he steps back and leans in to see Danta’s dart go so close to the bullseye. “What was it you said? Practice makes perfect?” It’s a snarky response to Danta’s loss… but. It’s very Astaroth.
He steps up to take his next green dart, taking a few moments to collect himself before he lets it fly. It goes wide, thunking into the middle of the outer ring and his tail goes from easy wagging to thrashing of annoyance. “Dreadful.” Comes his own complaint, arms crossing his chest as he steps back and glares at the dart board.
Then his dart goes better than any of the previous ones, and there’s a quiet brimming delight that blossoms within him, tail weaving like his fyrhund shifts tail might wag. But he steps back and leans in to see Danta’s dart go so close to the bullseye. “What was it you said? Practice makes perfect?” It’s a snarky response to Danta’s loss… but. It’s very Astaroth.
He steps up to take his next green dart, taking a few moments to collect himself before he lets it fly. It goes wide, thunking into the middle of the outer ring and his tail goes from easy wagging to thrashing of annoyance. “Dreadful.” Comes his own complaint, arms crossing his chest as he steps back and glares at the dart board.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
