there's an angel on your story and a demon in your bed
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
It has been a while since the butcher has been to the Levinsward, not that anyone would know it given the state of their lie when it came to the exploding rock via lightning he claimed had destroyed his shoulder. But each time he’s here, he finds it just as beautiful as the time before, each electrified chaos in the distance sparking more and more delight through the butcher. So when the offer comes to finally take part in it, the butcher is ready to drop nearly everything, tug Danta along to the lightning scarred portion of his region for the mention of a hunt.
Something they could both use, as it turns out.
Idle chit chat between the two of them is the only sound of their arrival, meeting the captain at the edge of the forest with a brilliant smile on his face that shows each sharp tooth. “Thalassa, darling, of course I am ready.” He hums in a tone that seems to suggest a playful how dare she think he isn’t?? before he’s flashing that same, excited sharp smile toward Danta.
Something they could both use, as it turns out.
Idle chit chat between the two of them is the only sound of their arrival, meeting the captain at the edge of the forest with a brilliant smile on his face that shows each sharp tooth. “Thalassa, darling, of course I am ready.” He hums in a tone that seems to suggest a playful how dare she think he isn’t?? before he’s flashing that same, excited sharp smile toward Danta.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
