my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
The world was still beautiful, but it was edged in shadows and darkness, unfathomable amounts of blood. Not that the butcher would care too much about the blood, but with the lights of those within such as the Caretaker herself, for every light there had to be a dark. Perhaps for her light, there were those like him, better suited to darkness and shadows.
He doesn’t dwell on it, though, chuckling a low and accented hum as he inclines his head with agreement. “Immensely. That is the perfect time to be one in the same with a lizard on a hot rock.” Which is exactly how it felt, if he had to be honest. And he lounged in the heat as much as he could, without getting sunburned of course. But he listens intently as she explains what she’s been up to. “What a thoughtful idea.” It wasn’t something that would’ve occurred to him, at least, but it only seemed to make sense.
As for flower endeavors, he does catch her meaning with ease as he nods. “I have also made my attempts to be a gardener this season. Not with much success, unfortunately.” Though that seemed to be the common thread.
He doesn’t dwell on it, though, chuckling a low and accented hum as he inclines his head with agreement. “Immensely. That is the perfect time to be one in the same with a lizard on a hot rock.” Which is exactly how it felt, if he had to be honest. And he lounged in the heat as much as he could, without getting sunburned of course. But he listens intently as she explains what she’s been up to. “What a thoughtful idea.” It wasn’t something that would’ve occurred to him, at least, but it only seemed to make sense.
As for flower endeavors, he does catch her meaning with ease as he nods. “I have also made my attempts to be a gardener this season. Not with much success, unfortunately.” Though that seemed to be the common thread.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
