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
Chuckling a soft laugh – he has to agree. It was their loss. Not that it mattered much these days anyway – the only person that saw the sharpness of his teeth was the very ruler of this region. And he didn’t mind it one bit.
But for now, the butcher focuses instead on putting up his glamour, letting the horns melt away but the sharp teeth remain – peering into the mirror and twisting so that she might be able to see the reflection staring back at her with nothing to signify that he’s Ancient. So obviously, that isn’t how it worked. Huffing a little snort and conceding, he lowers the mirror to look back at her right when she puts up her own glamour. He peers at her curiously for a few moments, seeing that sharp Ancient he knew turn somehow softer, moldable.
They’d be in for a surprise, however.
And just like that, it’s gone. The horns are back and he almost breathes a soft sigh of relief as he sips from his glass again, keeping his glamour up solely because he’s gotten used to letting it sit in place for hours at a time.
It also makes it easier for him to set the mirror down and run a hand through his hair, scratching at the spaces the horns took up as he finger combs the long dark hair back out of his face. “It seems like a perfectly mundane mirror..” He murmurs, before a thought occurs to him. Nothing’s changed when it was sat on the desk, but perhaps it revealed a different view when set on the ground. “Unless…”
Plucking the mirror and swiftly standing, the butcher steps over toward the side of his desk to the floor, setting the mirror down and stepping away. And just like that, there’s suddenly a second butcher without the horns and tail to signify that he’s Ancient, but the man stands there - immediately scrutinized by the butcher with the frown that graces his face. “Is that truly what my hair looks like in the back without my horns?” Comes the mournful sound, rather than the cheer at figuring out what it did.
But for now, the butcher focuses instead on putting up his glamour, letting the horns melt away but the sharp teeth remain – peering into the mirror and twisting so that she might be able to see the reflection staring back at her with nothing to signify that he’s Ancient. So obviously, that isn’t how it worked. Huffing a little snort and conceding, he lowers the mirror to look back at her right when she puts up her own glamour. He peers at her curiously for a few moments, seeing that sharp Ancient he knew turn somehow softer, moldable.
They’d be in for a surprise, however.
And just like that, it’s gone. The horns are back and he almost breathes a soft sigh of relief as he sips from his glass again, keeping his glamour up solely because he’s gotten used to letting it sit in place for hours at a time.
It also makes it easier for him to set the mirror down and run a hand through his hair, scratching at the spaces the horns took up as he finger combs the long dark hair back out of his face. “It seems like a perfectly mundane mirror..” He murmurs, before a thought occurs to him. Nothing’s changed when it was sat on the desk, but perhaps it revealed a different view when set on the ground. “Unless…”
Plucking the mirror and swiftly standing, the butcher steps over toward the side of his desk to the floor, setting the mirror down and stepping away. And just like that, there’s suddenly a second butcher without the horns and tail to signify that he’s Ancient, but the man stands there - immediately scrutinized by the butcher with the frown that graces his face. “Is that truly what my hair looks like in the back without my horns?” Comes the mournful sound, rather than the cheer at figuring out what it did.
Astaroth
healed everything but my shame
