// we haven't won, and if we win, //
It would likely come with time, just as they have done with one another over the past seasons. So as she says that it was probably a good idea, the butcher inclines his head easily, his smile easier on his face and the lines of tension alleviating as plans are put into place. He was certainly a planner – one that would often become overwhelmed when there were too many listless things in his life. It’s why he was so meticulous – and he makes those mental checklists if only to categorize everything in a manageable chunk rather than let it overwhelm him.
So as he searches her face, the butcher nods – spying the standing offer there and the glint in his dark gaze is nothing but appreciative of her. One that blossoms when she grins at his question and he inclines his head. “I do like a challenge.” He confirms playfully. While he’s never fought against the captain, something tells him she’s fiery and slippery, challenging in the ways that the butcher doesn’t often get to spar against.
She won’t go easy on him, he’s sure, but neither will he for her. It’s a perfect balance as far as he’s concerned. “I shall let you know.” He turns on his heel, giving the springs another precursory glance to find absolutely nothing in their midst. “Shall we head back? We can take the portal together if you would like.” He murmurs softly, offering his arm should she wish to take it.
Whether she does or doesn’t, he marks the path back toward the portal to the Hollowed Grounds, feeling bolstered by his deity and the help from his friend.
- FIN
So as he searches her face, the butcher nods – spying the standing offer there and the glint in his dark gaze is nothing but appreciative of her. One that blossoms when she grins at his question and he inclines his head. “I do like a challenge.” He confirms playfully. While he’s never fought against the captain, something tells him she’s fiery and slippery, challenging in the ways that the butcher doesn’t often get to spar against.
She won’t go easy on him, he’s sure, but neither will he for her. It’s a perfect balance as far as he’s concerned. “I shall let you know.” He turns on his heel, giving the springs another precursory glance to find absolutely nothing in their midst. “Shall we head back? We can take the portal together if you would like.” He murmurs softly, offering his arm should she wish to take it.
Whether she does or doesn’t, he marks the path back toward the portal to the Hollowed Grounds, feeling bolstered by his deity and the help from his friend.
- FIN
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
