// with our one foot in the grave //
Especially after what happened at Longnight, that’s for sure. The butcher’s agreement is a gentle hum in the cavern of the Soulfire Reach as he gets to work, plucking the milk blue stones and collecting them in a pocket of his jacket - leaving the other side free should he need to carry anything else (like Danta’s rubies, perhaps).
He pulls another chunk free before his dark gaze slides over toward Danta, an amused smile on his face. “When I was made I could hardly talk, let alone trust what I was seeing. I had my eyes closed.” Partially by his own volition and partially because he thinks if he remembers right, that they’d been sealed by dried blood and tears as well.
But that’s neither here nor there.
Hearing that she’s blonde, though, the butcher trills a sound of both surprise and amusement. “Oh, the luckiest then. I have very good taste, you know.” He purrs, tail weaving playfully behind him as he cuts Danta a mischievous look.
He pulls another chunk free before his dark gaze slides over toward Danta, an amused smile on his face. “When I was made I could hardly talk, let alone trust what I was seeing. I had my eyes closed.” Partially by his own volition and partially because he thinks if he remembers right, that they’d been sealed by dried blood and tears as well.
But that’s neither here nor there.
Hearing that she’s blonde, though, the butcher trills a sound of both surprise and amusement. “Oh, the luckiest then. I have very good taste, you know.” He purrs, tail weaving playfully behind him as he cuts Danta a mischievous look.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
