Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
He isn’t one that typically likes to be late, but he’d not accounted for the way his shoulder isn’t completely healed and the exhaustion that set in from attempting to make the trek as a fyrhund. As such, when Flora looks next, it’ll be a fyrhund’s limping approach, until he’s close enough to shift back into himself, righting his clothes with that sharp grin of greeting.
He’d chosen it originally because it would be faster, so now as he approaches her it’s with a slower gait, but one accompanied with the threaded cane in his hand. He leans on it a touch more as he reaches her, purposefully stepping into the wind that’s picked up to keep it from hitting her. “Apologies for my timing, Flora darling. I had hoped my shoulder would be more improved than it is.” He extends his elbow for her to take should she wish to. “Shall we?” The Sparksbird Nest was in the distance, along the barren scarred earth, giving them enough time to talk without prying ears.
He’d chosen it originally because it would be faster, so now as he approaches her it’s with a slower gait, but one accompanied with the threaded cane in his hand. He leans on it a touch more as he reaches her, purposefully stepping into the wind that’s picked up to keep it from hitting her. “Apologies for my timing, Flora darling. I had hoped my shoulder would be more improved than it is.” He extends his elbow for her to take should she wish to. “Shall we?” The Sparksbird Nest was in the distance, along the barren scarred earth, giving them enough time to talk without prying ears.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
