Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
Snorting, because she’s right – and who are they to assume Maea has heard otherwise? The butcher still keeps her tucked into his side, as if the pale Ancient was wandering around the Grounds still, like she might be around to witness it. He knows that she isn’t, though, not with what it sounds like Flora told her to do, he pays it little mind when Flora’s sharp exhale breaks the air.
“Yes.. I did notice that.” He drawls, exhaling a dramatic sigh. “When she took our her aggression on me, she was far stronger than I was and when she’d realized her mistake and I threatened to kill her, she simply told me to do it then.” Like it would solve all of the issues rather than having to live with the repercussions of the choices she’d made.
Opening the door to the Sparkbird’s Nest and letting her in first, he hangs on every word she speaks even as the Inn itself comes to life with such a vibrant welcoming that it would be hard pressed to know thunder and lightning rampaged outside. The interior is beautiful – all reclaimed wood from the Levinsward, stained darkly, with the flare of cracked wood along the walls for the added touch of proving that the wood was from the surrounding area. Flares of flame in the main fireplace has been colored yellow, alongside the oil lamps dotting the Inn’s interior, encased in beautifully electric looking glass casts a warm hue amongst the dark wood walls.
“She did not say that.” The butcher says with a sarcastic chuckle, closing the door behind them as he trails after her into the warmth that’s already doing miracles to the Ancient’s state. “I imagine someone who very badly wishes to martyr herself would say something along those lines, wouldn’t you say? Perhaps someone that has not yet found the right cause to die by, especially if she is still so concerned about my personal dealings?” As evidenced by the mere suggestion of what Maea had said to the Doubletake. "She picked wrong, though, because you are certainly not stupid, darling." Comes the softer hum, the squeeze before releasing her to let her take in the Sparkbird's Nest.
“Yes.. I did notice that.” He drawls, exhaling a dramatic sigh. “When she took our her aggression on me, she was far stronger than I was and when she’d realized her mistake and I threatened to kill her, she simply told me to do it then.” Like it would solve all of the issues rather than having to live with the repercussions of the choices she’d made.
Opening the door to the Sparkbird’s Nest and letting her in first, he hangs on every word she speaks even as the Inn itself comes to life with such a vibrant welcoming that it would be hard pressed to know thunder and lightning rampaged outside. The interior is beautiful – all reclaimed wood from the Levinsward, stained darkly, with the flare of cracked wood along the walls for the added touch of proving that the wood was from the surrounding area. Flares of flame in the main fireplace has been colored yellow, alongside the oil lamps dotting the Inn’s interior, encased in beautifully electric looking glass casts a warm hue amongst the dark wood walls.
“She did not say that.” The butcher says with a sarcastic chuckle, closing the door behind them as he trails after her into the warmth that’s already doing miracles to the Ancient’s state. “I imagine someone who very badly wishes to martyr herself would say something along those lines, wouldn’t you say? Perhaps someone that has not yet found the right cause to die by, especially if she is still so concerned about my personal dealings?” As evidenced by the mere suggestion of what Maea had said to the Doubletake. "She picked wrong, though, because you are certainly not stupid, darling." Comes the softer hum, the squeeze before releasing her to let her take in the Sparkbird's Nest.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
