now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
The test had gone well, the brief jaunt toward the space where the corvids nested, the not flinching when they flew overhead or croaked. It felt like nothing, like it was no more than seeing a stray dog arrive or a cat come near and meow to gain some attention.
So, you bet the butcher hightailed it back to the portal, back to the Dusklight where he knows Danta has been trying to sleep. He already seems leagues better as he drifts through the brothel, nodding to those behind the counters in greeting before he’s prowling up the stairs toward their room.
Trying his best to not burst through the door, the butcher aims straight for the den. Ignoring the fact that Danta is attempting to sleep, his hands are warm and gentle as he nudges his lover awake, a bright grin on his face. “Danta, darling, wake up.”
So, you bet the butcher hightailed it back to the portal, back to the Dusklight where he knows Danta has been trying to sleep. He already seems leagues better as he drifts through the brothel, nodding to those behind the counters in greeting before he’s prowling up the stairs toward their room.
Trying his best to not burst through the door, the butcher aims straight for the den. Ignoring the fact that Danta is attempting to sleep, his hands are warm and gentle as he nudges his lover awake, a bright grin on his face. “Danta, darling, wake up.”
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
