i tried to start caring like you and like them
when you said that i was killing myself
when you said that i was killing myself
Her unspoken judgment is enough to spark a soft snort from the butcher – both amused and yet not, shaking his head slightly. “Lightning struck a rock and turned it into a projectile. I took quite the brunt, I will have you know.” He explains with that same sharp tone, this time a touch of frustration lingers in the way his nose wrinkles – as if embarrassed to have let it happen in the first place.
As for her, though, he watches with that calculating, quiet gaze of his as the smoke from his pipe curls around his nose before he takes another slow drag – brows pinching as he takes in the information and his own gaze flits to the rest of the Dusklight as the feeling settles. He has to keep from clenching his sharp teeth, too, but when he finds nothing out of the ordinary, the butcher leans forward – his elbow bracing on the top of the table toward her. “That is.. Terrible. Did they tell you how to rid yourself of it?” The spirits, he means, because in no way could he see Dygra cursing a loyal follower.
It had to be some other kind of fuckery about.
As for her, though, he watches with that calculating, quiet gaze of his as the smoke from his pipe curls around his nose before he takes another slow drag – brows pinching as he takes in the information and his own gaze flits to the rest of the Dusklight as the feeling settles. He has to keep from clenching his sharp teeth, too, but when he finds nothing out of the ordinary, the butcher leans forward – his elbow bracing on the top of the table toward her. “That is.. Terrible. Did they tell you how to rid yourself of it?” The spirits, he means, because in no way could he see Dygra cursing a loyal follower.
It had to be some other kind of fuckery about.
Astaroth
healed everything but my shame
