you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
His grin is evident as she confirms she never had any doubts – though he doesn’t feel the need to continue the conversation in that particular angle – especially as he asks about the endeavors of the Marauder. He settles in, sinking into the chair comfortably, nursing from the glass lightly as he enjoys the warmth from the fire and the company, nodding at the mention of how terrible of an idea it would be to travel during LongNight.
He wasn’t a sailor, but he did utilize the stars when he scouted before, and LongNight was a time that was far too long and far too dark that even he would get lost in familiar routes.
“A test, mm?” He recalls the First Mate, having been a reason for why he’d been picked in the first place. He’d noted the soft voice, head tilting as she explains. “Ha, I do recall.” Comes the soft chuckle of just how much Spook spoke in the first place – very little and very quietly. And perhaps he wonders if the First Mate needed some kind of device to boom his voice to the rest of the crew, before that thought fades away.
He sits up a little and runs a hand through his hair to fix a stray strand of dark raven hair from his face, flashing an easy smile. “It sounds as if that is a perfect test, though I imagine you would not have thought of anything lesser.” Thalassa is sharp and smart, like a blade left in a drawer with the sharp edge pointed out on purpose to keep everyone away. It would cut and bite into your flesh until you realized the threat that sat there in waiting, like a snake coiled to bite, inconspicuous enough to not notice right away, sharp enough to not feel the slice immediately, until your hand pulled away with blood. “You will have to let me know how it goes.” Curious of whether or not the First Mate would be able to find the knife in the drawer before harming himself, or whether he’d come away with a hand covered in blood.
“As for me, it is Danta’s birthday in a few days. Originally I was planning on bringing him to the Rage Room, but given that the last few weeks have been horrible for both of us, he has decided to spend a bit of time in the House of Midnight.” And so, the butcher had adjusted his plans accordingly. “I have heard the rooms are magical within and can become whatever you wish them to be, which means I will be showing him where it is I grew up.” Before he’d become Ancient. “Seeing as it does not exist any longer in Halo, and it is Halo of all places,” the shiver that races down his spine is dramatic as it is true, before he flashes her his usual too sharp grin, “I can ensure we will not turn to stone.” Snow and ice in appearance and not their temperatures, at least.
He wasn’t a sailor, but he did utilize the stars when he scouted before, and LongNight was a time that was far too long and far too dark that even he would get lost in familiar routes.
“A test, mm?” He recalls the First Mate, having been a reason for why he’d been picked in the first place. He’d noted the soft voice, head tilting as she explains. “Ha, I do recall.” Comes the soft chuckle of just how much Spook spoke in the first place – very little and very quietly. And perhaps he wonders if the First Mate needed some kind of device to boom his voice to the rest of the crew, before that thought fades away.
He sits up a little and runs a hand through his hair to fix a stray strand of dark raven hair from his face, flashing an easy smile. “It sounds as if that is a perfect test, though I imagine you would not have thought of anything lesser.” Thalassa is sharp and smart, like a blade left in a drawer with the sharp edge pointed out on purpose to keep everyone away. It would cut and bite into your flesh until you realized the threat that sat there in waiting, like a snake coiled to bite, inconspicuous enough to not notice right away, sharp enough to not feel the slice immediately, until your hand pulled away with blood. “You will have to let me know how it goes.” Curious of whether or not the First Mate would be able to find the knife in the drawer before harming himself, or whether he’d come away with a hand covered in blood.
“As for me, it is Danta’s birthday in a few days. Originally I was planning on bringing him to the Rage Room, but given that the last few weeks have been horrible for both of us, he has decided to spend a bit of time in the House of Midnight.” And so, the butcher had adjusted his plans accordingly. “I have heard the rooms are magical within and can become whatever you wish them to be, which means I will be showing him where it is I grew up.” Before he’d become Ancient. “Seeing as it does not exist any longer in Halo, and it is Halo of all places,” the shiver that races down his spine is dramatic as it is true, before he flashes her his usual too sharp grin, “I can ensure we will not turn to stone.” Snow and ice in appearance and not their temperatures, at least.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
