run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
It’s a lie the butcher can grit out too, now that they were in a position to relax ever so slightly. By relax, it means the butcher isn’t losing his mind, even if he seems muted and quiet. But the Levinsward had been just as active as usual, the snow hiding the boulder it struck, sending a portion of it flying into his shoulder and neck.
As Danta is worked on, the butcher is worked on in turn. Finding out that not only is it his shoulder that’s shattered, but his collarbone is as well. And with a lot of pain and jerky, janky movements as they get it set to the best of their abilities and heal him as much as they can, it doesn’t hide the deep dark bruises that radiate from his chest and shoulder, creeping its claws up the side of his neck and down his arm.
His clothes have also been cut, left in a sling and told to not move as much as he can, but the butcher hadn’t settled once until they’re left alone. The beds slid beside one another with the radiating heat from the fireplace. He’s silent and still warring with his thoughts, but it doesn’t stop his good hand from reaching out to brush his knuckles along Danta’s shoulder and arm, as gently as he can.
As Danta is worked on, the butcher is worked on in turn. Finding out that not only is it his shoulder that’s shattered, but his collarbone is as well. And with a lot of pain and jerky, janky movements as they get it set to the best of their abilities and heal him as much as they can, it doesn’t hide the deep dark bruises that radiate from his chest and shoulder, creeping its claws up the side of his neck and down his arm.
His clothes have also been cut, left in a sling and told to not move as much as he can, but the butcher hadn’t settled once until they’re left alone. The beds slid beside one another with the radiating heat from the fireplace. He’s silent and still warring with his thoughts, but it doesn’t stop his good hand from reaching out to brush his knuckles along Danta’s shoulder and arm, as gently as he can.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
