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,
It’s a surprisingly apt description, and as Lena registers it (figuring she might find it amusing given her status as the caretaker of the Celestine), the low chuckle of a laugh escapes him softly. It subsides with the dip of his antlered head, the one that coincides with her gratitude where he flashes her that same smile.
As for other gardening ventures, the butcher is happy to help where he can, even if for today it’s to help lug the basket back to the safety of Torchline proper. “Lovely, I shall let you know.” More eyes couldn’t hurt, especially at this time with Starfall becoming more prominent. “Shall we?” He asks, gesturing toward the path that leads down off Apopo.
Whether she agrees or agrees to stay a little longer, the butcher is happy to keep her company.
— FIN
As for other gardening ventures, the butcher is happy to help where he can, even if for today it’s to help lug the basket back to the safety of Torchline proper. “Lovely, I shall let you know.” More eyes couldn’t hurt, especially at this time with Starfall becoming more prominent. “Shall we?” He asks, gesturing toward the path that leads down off Apopo.
Whether she agrees or agrees to stay a little longer, the butcher is happy to keep her company.
— FIN
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
