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
Nodding to hear that she hadn’t imagined it, the butcher’s already distracted by the next set of clothing, focusing on plucking it from the rack before anyone else within the shop decides to snipe it from his clutches. Handing it to her with ease, the butcher’s attention focuses on her face, trying to gauge her reaction, before he nods in agreement. “Of course, darling.” Astaroth had sat through many a tailoring appointment. Trying on before buying was vital, in his opinion, so as she departs to go, he continues his search for something off the wall that might suit his lover the best.
Hearing her, though, the butcher’s attention flits immediately toward Thalassa with curiosity and a smile, only to abandon his own search this time for what she’s plucked from the rack. “Oh, that is quite on par.” The butcher says with a soft chuckle. “Perhaps not the color.. but if there are others like that here I am sure we will find something suitable.” He murmurs, letting his grin brighten, already spotting a variety of turtleneck tanktops just like the one she'd found but with differing colors and cut out shapes.
Hearing her, though, the butcher’s attention flits immediately toward Thalassa with curiosity and a smile, only to abandon his own search this time for what she’s plucked from the rack. “Oh, that is quite on par.” The butcher says with a soft chuckle. “Perhaps not the color.. but if there are others like that here I am sure we will find something suitable.” He murmurs, letting his grin brighten, already spotting a variety of turtleneck tanktops just like the one she'd found but with differing colors and cut out shapes.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
