if you could find your way inside
you'd have to find a way to stay alive
you'd have to find a way to stay alive
It was relatively common for the hot springs to not be so desolate – so the feirw thinks nothing of the sound of approaching footsteps, not while the butcher’s too busy wading in the warmth of the springs in search for the lilies that he’d certainly seen more of an abundance of centuries ago. For now, though, he comes up empty, twisting himself to peer back at the figure that seems to have slowed, peering through the moving mist to find quite the familiar face.
Horns aflame, the butcher lowers his head slightly – the bottom of it brushing against the surface of the water before the deer turns around completely, heading back toward Thalassa, slowly as if not to startle her. There’s a certain kind of understanding in his gaze that he hopes is portrayed in the slow movements of his steps, waiting until he’s sure only his boots will remain wet when he hesitates shifting back into himself, waiting as if to see what the Captain might do, whether those daggers would find their way into his skin or if she'd also meet him halfway in this stalemate.
Horns aflame, the butcher lowers his head slightly – the bottom of it brushing against the surface of the water before the deer turns around completely, heading back toward Thalassa, slowly as if not to startle her. There’s a certain kind of understanding in his gaze that he hopes is portrayed in the slow movements of his steps, waiting until he’s sure only his boots will remain wet when he hesitates shifting back into himself, waiting as if to see what the Captain might do, whether those daggers would find their way into his skin or if she'd also meet him halfway in this stalemate.
Astaroth
welcome to the show, come show me in
