so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
Her voice is full, in all the ways that matter. Soft and intimate, low yet all encompassing. He feels it move through him as much as he hears the words flit through him. “I agree.” The butcher murmurs, his stance quite brave in the face of it – having not wanted to burden her with what felt so trivial at the time, she brings up quite a good point. How could he be at his maximum potential for her if he was worried about something waiting behind a corner that had the option to make him run or become more feral, without any way of knowing which would come?
He aims to bow his head as he watches the ripples in the bowl, but before he can do so much as dip his chin, he feels the warmth injected into his face as its held and the butcher can’t help but to close his eyes and lean into it, relishing in feeling seen by his goddess. “Thank you, Dygra.” Comes the soft and grateful hum. The tasks would be difficult, yes, a bit of a lifestyle adjustment as well, but one that won’t last once he gets through the thick of it.
They say it’s always darkest before the dawn, right?
“I shall make you proud, as I always strive to do.” Comes the following hum, relishing in his goddess’ presence – the warmth, the belonging, the comfort in the chaos – until she dissipates and the butcher takes a few more moments to let the tension leak from his bones before he heads back home to fill it with so much more.
- FIN
He aims to bow his head as he watches the ripples in the bowl, but before he can do so much as dip his chin, he feels the warmth injected into his face as its held and the butcher can’t help but to close his eyes and lean into it, relishing in feeling seen by his goddess. “Thank you, Dygra.” Comes the soft and grateful hum. The tasks would be difficult, yes, a bit of a lifestyle adjustment as well, but one that won’t last once he gets through the thick of it.
They say it’s always darkest before the dawn, right?
“I shall make you proud, as I always strive to do.” Comes the following hum, relishing in his goddess’ presence – the warmth, the belonging, the comfort in the chaos – until she dissipates and the butcher takes a few more moments to let the tension leak from his bones before he heads back home to fill it with so much more.
- FIN
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
