now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
“Yes.” Asta hums with confidence, ignoring any other comments he could say in favor for the news. Asking him to shift, the butcher nodding his head when the question comes, as if the Maverick isn’t certain of it.
But the butcher is confident. “Yes, darling. I am sure.” Letting his arm drop back to his side, he lightens the den with the flame of the fireplace as Danta scoots up and back, and he watches with all the same amount of excitement as man becomes a ruffled crow.
Without a single bit of hesitation, the butcher looks to Danta like he might have any of his other shifts. Shuffling in the blankets a bit to get closer, his hands are still as warm, with no tremor or trepidation in sight, running his fingers along the rogue feathers that stick up. “I do not feel anything like I did before. It is amazing.” He announces, his voice hushed with excitement. “You are beautiful.”
But the butcher is confident. “Yes, darling. I am sure.” Letting his arm drop back to his side, he lightens the den with the flame of the fireplace as Danta scoots up and back, and he watches with all the same amount of excitement as man becomes a ruffled crow.
Without a single bit of hesitation, the butcher looks to Danta like he might have any of his other shifts. Shuffling in the blankets a bit to get closer, his hands are still as warm, with no tremor or trepidation in sight, running his fingers along the rogue feathers that stick up. “I do not feel anything like I did before. It is amazing.” He announces, his voice hushed with excitement. “You are beautiful.”
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
