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
Drifting toward the warmer colors, the butcher’s attention lingers on a specific wine dark hue that nearly matches the one he’d picked out for Danta. However, as she finds some options, Astaroth abandons the red to head toward the gold she’s currently running her fingers along the lapel of.
“Oh, this is lovely.” He hums softly, appreciating the diamond pattern and the gold, trying to recall how much gold he actually had in his wardrobe. If nothing else, it matched the offset earrings in his ears — courtesy of the Maverick.
Running his own fingers along the fabric to feel the softness and stiffness of it, he seems quite pleased by it as he plucks it from the rack and looks back at Thalassa playfully. “Not too garish, of course. This is a beautiful find.” And it’s clear the tall Ancient is going to buy it.
Draping it over his arm, he snags another one in the grey, similarly to the first one she’d found, but it harbors a unique pattern of embroidery in a deep burgundy. Collecting that one, too, he flashes her a grin — not needing to try them on when he can bring them back to his favorite tailor. “Shall we, then?” His mood has vastly improved by now, and he thinks that the trek back home this time would be much easier than it had been getting here.
“Oh, this is lovely.” He hums softly, appreciating the diamond pattern and the gold, trying to recall how much gold he actually had in his wardrobe. If nothing else, it matched the offset earrings in his ears — courtesy of the Maverick.
Running his own fingers along the fabric to feel the softness and stiffness of it, he seems quite pleased by it as he plucks it from the rack and looks back at Thalassa playfully. “Not too garish, of course. This is a beautiful find.” And it’s clear the tall Ancient is going to buy it.
Draping it over his arm, he snags another one in the grey, similarly to the first one she’d found, but it harbors a unique pattern of embroidery in a deep burgundy. Collecting that one, too, he flashes her a grin — not needing to try them on when he can bring them back to his favorite tailor. “Shall we, then?” His mood has vastly improved by now, and he thinks that the trek back home this time would be much easier than it had been getting here.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
