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
“Mm, I haven’t ventured out to ask. I have been occupied, as I am sure you can see.” He admits with a hint of amusement to his face, gesturing once more to the broken shoulder and collarbone in a slightly dramatic flare that only has the open shirt widening a touch, showing the extent of the gnarled, rootlike scars that are carved and rough into his skin to see how they extend all along his chest toward his stomach, winding around toward his back.
It makes the scars on his arms appear like nothing, despite their pale slashes against his tanned skin.
Watching her as his offer is made – one in good faith and without an ulterior motive, the butcher settles and nods, keeping that soft twist of his sharp smile aimed at her. “Would you like to practice here in the open or in my office?” He asks, taking note of which letter seemed to be more difficult for her to pronounce. It makes him wonder briefly how her Zs are. “I do have quite a collection of bourbon there.” A tempting offer, perhaps?
It makes the scars on his arms appear like nothing, despite their pale slashes against his tanned skin.
Watching her as his offer is made – one in good faith and without an ulterior motive, the butcher settles and nods, keeping that soft twist of his sharp smile aimed at her. “Would you like to practice here in the open or in my office?” He asks, taking note of which letter seemed to be more difficult for her to pronounce. It makes him wonder briefly how her Zs are. “I do have quite a collection of bourbon there.” A tempting offer, perhaps?
Astaroth
healed everything but my shame
