Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
Aaaaand here it comes.
The butcher is silent while Flora speaks, a touch uncharacteristically slow — because despite her own internal thoughts on the matter, he does care a surprising amount about what she thinks of him. And when she looks at him, he obliges her by tilting his horned head to meet her part way, his honey dark gaze scanning her face for any signs of a lie. But Danta had suggested to just be honest, and she doesn’t seem to care one way or another, so he takes a deep breath.
“I figured the context might allocate room for it to make more sense, seeing as it is not something I advertise.” He begins, letting his lips quirk into the ghost of a smile. And truly, he kept it under such wraps that the select few knew – and so long as no one was overtly stalking him during extenuating circumstances, it was likely they’d never know. Which is precisely why he hadn’t told Flora earlier, even when they had been dating. “I told you that I was from Halo, yes?” He pauses here, the Inn in sight but far enough that the lightning hopefully wouldn’t reach this far, but far enough that prying ears could not hear. “I do not know how much you know of its history,” because Whitebrim had been eradicated, as far as he’d heard, “however, I am from Whitebrim, centuries ago just before the fall of our separated clans.” Here, he flashes her a slightly easier, somber smile, knowing it didn’t fully explain everything but it was a start.
“I left when there was nothing left to go back to, but seeing as it was all I knew, I did not realize at the time how others would my preferences. For me, it was simply how it was. I did learn quickly, when I had been starving and became sloppy.” He pauses as if to say I know, who would think I could be so careless? “I was captured, tortured, and dragged to the Climb for my sins, which is how I received all these fetching scars.” Gesturing with his bad arm to his chest, he knows she’d know the ones. It might also click about the gore crow fear. “Ancients found me and brought me to Dygra who saved me. And She did not care that I was privy to it, and neither did most of the other Ancients at the time. Yet, I am well aware of just how unappealing it can be for the majority here and now, and so I keep it quiet. I vowed to Danta that I would not make any scenes or make it known. And I have done well, aside from the encounter with Maea, whom I told to remain in the Dusklight and who slunk around and followed me anyway and did not like what she saw.” His tone takes on a grating, almost annoyed flourish before he sighs and focuses back on Flora, hesitating in case she has any questions.
The butcher is silent while Flora speaks, a touch uncharacteristically slow — because despite her own internal thoughts on the matter, he does care a surprising amount about what she thinks of him. And when she looks at him, he obliges her by tilting his horned head to meet her part way, his honey dark gaze scanning her face for any signs of a lie. But Danta had suggested to just be honest, and she doesn’t seem to care one way or another, so he takes a deep breath.
“I figured the context might allocate room for it to make more sense, seeing as it is not something I advertise.” He begins, letting his lips quirk into the ghost of a smile. And truly, he kept it under such wraps that the select few knew – and so long as no one was overtly stalking him during extenuating circumstances, it was likely they’d never know. Which is precisely why he hadn’t told Flora earlier, even when they had been dating. “I told you that I was from Halo, yes?” He pauses here, the Inn in sight but far enough that the lightning hopefully wouldn’t reach this far, but far enough that prying ears could not hear. “I do not know how much you know of its history,” because Whitebrim had been eradicated, as far as he’d heard, “however, I am from Whitebrim, centuries ago just before the fall of our separated clans.” Here, he flashes her a slightly easier, somber smile, knowing it didn’t fully explain everything but it was a start.
“I left when there was nothing left to go back to, but seeing as it was all I knew, I did not realize at the time how others would my preferences. For me, it was simply how it was. I did learn quickly, when I had been starving and became sloppy.” He pauses as if to say I know, who would think I could be so careless? “I was captured, tortured, and dragged to the Climb for my sins, which is how I received all these fetching scars.” Gesturing with his bad arm to his chest, he knows she’d know the ones. It might also click about the gore crow fear. “Ancients found me and brought me to Dygra who saved me. And She did not care that I was privy to it, and neither did most of the other Ancients at the time. Yet, I am well aware of just how unappealing it can be for the majority here and now, and so I keep it quiet. I vowed to Danta that I would not make any scenes or make it known. And I have done well, aside from the encounter with Maea, whom I told to remain in the Dusklight and who slunk around and followed me anyway and did not like what she saw.” His tone takes on a grating, almost annoyed flourish before he sighs and focuses back on Flora, hesitating in case she has any questions.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
