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
Perhaps one of those days that she deigns to visit the Dusklight he will be wearing it. But only time would tell, and as she makes her decision that they should continue their explorations, the butcher beams an easier smile toward her with a nod of agreement from his horned head. “Yes.” He did deserve something for himself. All of this work had been dreadfully hard, after all.
So while she changes back, the butcher purchases their items, and by the time she’s returned and given her order, the butcher snorts and nods his head. She’s put up with his shenanigans, so the least he could do is give into hers as well.
Not unlike her crew, the butcher obeys and guides her back out of the shop to the plaza again, aiming this time for the stuffier portions — a unique store that harbored quite a variety of suits and the like. Inside is less chaotic than the previous store had been, with multitudes of varying fabrics and colors likely imported. And already the butcher is avoiding the series of purple hues in favor for the golds or reds. It’s an entire isle on its own, varying patterns on the suits and waistcoats sprinkled throughout.
“I have plenty of floral patterned ones.. Perhaps something different?” He muses half to himself and half to Thalassa, his dark gaze drifting toward her as his tail flicks low against his ankles.
So while she changes back, the butcher purchases their items, and by the time she’s returned and given her order, the butcher snorts and nods his head. She’s put up with his shenanigans, so the least he could do is give into hers as well.
Not unlike her crew, the butcher obeys and guides her back out of the shop to the plaza again, aiming this time for the stuffier portions — a unique store that harbored quite a variety of suits and the like. Inside is less chaotic than the previous store had been, with multitudes of varying fabrics and colors likely imported. And already the butcher is avoiding the series of purple hues in favor for the golds or reds. It’s an entire isle on its own, varying patterns on the suits and waistcoats sprinkled throughout.
“I have plenty of floral patterned ones.. Perhaps something different?” He muses half to himself and half to Thalassa, his dark gaze drifting toward her as his tail flicks low against his ankles.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
