// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Spotting the tenderness there, it’s surprising for the butcher despite the fact that it probably shouldn’t be. Not with the way they’ve helped each other over the past few seasons. So he nods, because she’s offering, and he has to convince himself that it’ll be worth it. That she isn’t going to turn it around on him as Maea had, even however innocently the pale Ancient had meant it when she’d said it.
He can be manic and unpredictable, and at his heart a predator. But they all were deep down, weren’t they?
Humming a note to hear her soft laugh, his lips quirk a touch even if it doesn’t quite meet the rest of him, eyes still peeled even though he feels as if it’s just another empty cavern. “Have I ever told you about how I came to be an Ancient?” He asks, trying to flit through his memories to see if he’d ever let it slip. A few of those nights they'd talked had been with a bit too much alcohol, and his uncertainty in what he said at those times is evident. “I believe I might have said something about how Dygra saved me.. But I cannot recall if I gave the events that had lead up to it.”
He can be manic and unpredictable, and at his heart a predator. But they all were deep down, weren’t they?
Humming a note to hear her soft laugh, his lips quirk a touch even if it doesn’t quite meet the rest of him, eyes still peeled even though he feels as if it’s just another empty cavern. “Have I ever told you about how I came to be an Ancient?” He asks, trying to flit through his memories to see if he’d ever let it slip. A few of those nights they'd talked had been with a bit too much alcohol, and his uncertainty in what he said at those times is evident. “I believe I might have said something about how Dygra saved me.. But I cannot recall if I gave the events that had lead up to it.”
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
