we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
He can oblige her request - and even goes so far as to ensure that no one would stumble across them in their trek to his old room. Left alone, precisely as Thal wished to, the butcher drifts down the hall like there’s purpose in his step. “Not that many, admittedly. Danta and I do, as well as two of the workers and one of the kitchen staff.” He hums, rolling a shoulder in a small shrug before he’s glancing down toward her, flashing her a smile through the breaks in the metal muzzle that glints along his face.
A skeletal key is withdrawn from a pocket, fit easily into the doorknob to open and swing the room wide, allowing her to enter first before he follows her in. “I still keep this one just in case.” He murmurs softly - using it mostly as extra storage for all the things he tended to hoard like a dragon. In fact, the butcher’s room is full of gold glittering trinkets on the mantle of the fireplace he sparks and grows, with a variety of rows of clothes lined up neatly, organized according to color and whether it was summery or wintery, set up right next to the full length mirror in the corner of the room.
There’s a table in the back with a few bones scattered along it, drying out and bleached white in the process by the window, but with the offshoot to the room being the bathroom, the butcher snags a couple of towels to ensure they’re within reach for Thal. “I will procure you some clothes while you shower, if you would like?” He asks, turning his attention toward her.
A skeletal key is withdrawn from a pocket, fit easily into the doorknob to open and swing the room wide, allowing her to enter first before he follows her in. “I still keep this one just in case.” He murmurs softly - using it mostly as extra storage for all the things he tended to hoard like a dragon. In fact, the butcher’s room is full of gold glittering trinkets on the mantle of the fireplace he sparks and grows, with a variety of rows of clothes lined up neatly, organized according to color and whether it was summery or wintery, set up right next to the full length mirror in the corner of the room.
There’s a table in the back with a few bones scattered along it, drying out and bleached white in the process by the window, but with the offshoot to the room being the bathroom, the butcher snags a couple of towels to ensure they’re within reach for Thal. “I will procure you some clothes while you shower, if you would like?” He asks, turning his attention toward her.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
