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
Chuckling lightly, to where his laughter is muted by the roar of the party, the butcher doesn’t seem to mind the idea of trying to etch her into it. Perhaps for one that can go inside the home, because he’s already got plans for the ones that she’s choosing for the porch. It’s those thoughts he mulls over while he guides her into the party, to his usual space where he hovers like a looming omen, darling someone to cause a problem.
The air seems to settle, even, with his arrival – like the threat of him is more than enough to dim the party back into submission. Like those that had contemplated causing problems suddenly found themselves being good.
He leans on his cane and glances over toward her when she speaks, snorting to see her cheeky grin and her response – spotting the tension. Perhaps a few moments of watching everyone be fools would be enough to let her guard drop, but for now the butcher can be a pillar for her to lean on while he focuses on ensuring the party goes on as planned.
“Ah, yes. It is ‘Bring Thalassa to Work’ day.” He teases her, flashing her the sharp grin behind the glinting metal muzzle as his dark gaze slides from the party toward her. They’ll remain like that for some time with idle talking, only one person deciding to try to cause a problem luckily nearby them. Near enough that the butcher need only hover above the table, his shadows casting a menacing look as they warble and shift, slamming down a rattling sound on the table that makes the problem client fall back into line with a smooth and deep warning of what might happen should they act up again.
Returning back to Thalassa, it goes much like this back and forth until the party is finally coming to a close and the butcher can finally slip off the muzzle to indulge in some well warranted drink – ensuring Thalassa has the bourbon she’d liked when she was here last.
- FIN
The air seems to settle, even, with his arrival – like the threat of him is more than enough to dim the party back into submission. Like those that had contemplated causing problems suddenly found themselves being good.
He leans on his cane and glances over toward her when she speaks, snorting to see her cheeky grin and her response – spotting the tension. Perhaps a few moments of watching everyone be fools would be enough to let her guard drop, but for now the butcher can be a pillar for her to lean on while he focuses on ensuring the party goes on as planned.
“Ah, yes. It is ‘Bring Thalassa to Work’ day.” He teases her, flashing her the sharp grin behind the glinting metal muzzle as his dark gaze slides from the party toward her. They’ll remain like that for some time with idle talking, only one person deciding to try to cause a problem luckily nearby them. Near enough that the butcher need only hover above the table, his shadows casting a menacing look as they warble and shift, slamming down a rattling sound on the table that makes the problem client fall back into line with a smooth and deep warning of what might happen should they act up again.
Returning back to Thalassa, it goes much like this back and forth until the party is finally coming to a close and the butcher can finally slip off the muzzle to indulge in some well warranted drink – ensuring Thalassa has the bourbon she’d liked when she was here last.
- FIN
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
