am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
Helping her off the slab of volcanic rock, the butcher straightens up once he’s sure she’s settled to hear her answer, latching onto the words more than he likely would have otherwise. At the best of times, Astaroth was nothing more than a stubborn man, but right now? Feeling as close to jagged glass as he does? Well, he’s more willing to let the ideas settle before immediately brushing them off.
So he nods, seeing her gentle smile and feeling her soft nudge, trying for a smile of his own against the drying of blood against his lips and beard. “I suppose it will keep me less on edge.” He mutters, heaving a soft sigh as they carve their path back toward the portal. He listens, too, to the option of what kind of gift to give her, smiling affectionately over toward the Remedy.
“I would love that, darling.” He murmurs, making the mental note of gifting her with a day full of whatever she wished to do. It was the least he could do, and if he benefitted from it as well, who was he to complain? "Thank you."
- FIN
So he nods, seeing her gentle smile and feeling her soft nudge, trying for a smile of his own against the drying of blood against his lips and beard. “I suppose it will keep me less on edge.” He mutters, heaving a soft sigh as they carve their path back toward the portal. He listens, too, to the option of what kind of gift to give her, smiling affectionately over toward the Remedy.
“I would love that, darling.” He murmurs, making the mental note of gifting her with a day full of whatever she wished to do. It was the least he could do, and if he benefitted from it as well, who was he to complain? "Thank you."
- FIN
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
