and you'll wake up all alone, on an old beat-down dirt country road
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
“Ohho.” The butcher hums with a laugh, absolutely filling in the blanks – enough that he glances toward her sidelong out of curiosity. “I suppose that makes a great deal more sense, then.” He doesn’t pry for names, figuring she’d offer up any details should she feel inclined to – though something about the way Asta’s tone shifts seems to suggest that he’s more than willing to listen to her talk about it if she wants to.
He was a gossip hen at any time of day, honestly. Tea was great whether drinkable or heard.
And at least they can agree with the questionable fashion choices his lover had, even if the thought brings a softer smile to his face, already missing him. But he feels the need to go and get gifts to offer for the massive favor he’s done for him, and at least with him gone the Maverick could try and get some uninterrupted sleep.
This shop seems quite out of the butcher’s element, so he sticks to trailing after Thal to hear her approval and the particular dark blue silk slip. “Will it work for replacing your blouse?” He hums thoughtfully, though as he scans the area, he finds something of note that might work better for Thal than it would Danta, departing from her side to drift further in to pluck the dark fabric from the rack. It’s a nice, curve hugging silk blouse, low cut with a flare of silver embroidery along the shoulders that almost look like cold flames. Holding it up, he twists toward Thal with a brighter smile and a tilt of his head. “Something like this, perhaps?”
He was a gossip hen at any time of day, honestly. Tea was great whether drinkable or heard.
And at least they can agree with the questionable fashion choices his lover had, even if the thought brings a softer smile to his face, already missing him. But he feels the need to go and get gifts to offer for the massive favor he’s done for him, and at least with him gone the Maverick could try and get some uninterrupted sleep.
This shop seems quite out of the butcher’s element, so he sticks to trailing after Thal to hear her approval and the particular dark blue silk slip. “Will it work for replacing your blouse?” He hums thoughtfully, though as he scans the area, he finds something of note that might work better for Thal than it would Danta, departing from her side to drift further in to pluck the dark fabric from the rack. It’s a nice, curve hugging silk blouse, low cut with a flare of silver embroidery along the shoulders that almost look like cold flames. Holding it up, he twists toward Thal with a brighter smile and a tilt of his head. “Something like this, perhaps?”
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
