i tried to start caring like you and like them
when you said that i was killing myself
when you said that i was killing myself
The droplet rises almost instantly, and the warmth from his goddess floods through his bones, sating each and every bone that has grown cold in the weeks past. She always makes him feel whole, complete and seen, and it’s precisely how he harbors so much love for his goddess, his savior.
Such that when she speaks, his smile is easier and brighter, relieved. He holds his head a touch higher, chin lifting imperceptibly, even as he watches the droplet and the feathers all begin to mold into something beautiful, something with so much within its binding that he’d tear apart whomever dared to tear it from his wrist.
Nodding, hearing the warning and committing to ensuring it wouldn’t happen, the butcher’s smile is easier as he reaches forth to take the bracelet, sliding it into his wrist and tightening it, taking a deep breath as he forces himself to think about everything that brought him fear and panic, finding it sluff off of him immediately as if he was covered in snow.
He’s brighter now, lighter, his smile easy as he exhales out everything that had come before now, feeling the exhaustion as it weighs heavily onto his shoulders instead of the fear. Dipping his head with eternal gratefulness, the butcher beams to his goddess. “Thank you, Dygra. You are magnificent as always.” His voice weighs with his exhaustion and his excitement, gratitude underlining each word, tail wagging similarly to the fyrhund shift beneath his skin. “I appreciate this.” And you.
- FIN
Such that when she speaks, his smile is easier and brighter, relieved. He holds his head a touch higher, chin lifting imperceptibly, even as he watches the droplet and the feathers all begin to mold into something beautiful, something with so much within its binding that he’d tear apart whomever dared to tear it from his wrist.
Nodding, hearing the warning and committing to ensuring it wouldn’t happen, the butcher’s smile is easier as he reaches forth to take the bracelet, sliding it into his wrist and tightening it, taking a deep breath as he forces himself to think about everything that brought him fear and panic, finding it sluff off of him immediately as if he was covered in snow.
He’s brighter now, lighter, his smile easy as he exhales out everything that had come before now, feeling the exhaustion as it weighs heavily onto his shoulders instead of the fear. Dipping his head with eternal gratefulness, the butcher beams to his goddess. “Thank you, Dygra. You are magnificent as always.” His voice weighs with his exhaustion and his excitement, gratitude underlining each word, tail wagging similarly to the fyrhund shift beneath his skin. “I appreciate this.” And you.
- FIN
Astaroth
healed everything but my shame
