reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
At this present moment, it’s gargling laughter and curses now, even as he feels his own flailing connect with some portion of the Maverick. Immediately feeling bad because he hadn’t meant to hit him that hard – just as he’s sure Danta didn’t mean to hit him that hard, the butcher flattens into the water briefly before rising, hair a mess and spun around his horns with blood dripping anew from his lips while his arms are held from any further retaliation by Danta’s own.
Coughing up a bit of water and blood, the butcher spits it out off to the side and peers over at Danta a mess, scanning him for where he might have hit him. “I would say we are even now, no?” He says through a hoarse laugh, prodding his split lip with his tongue, feeling and tasting the fresh flush of metallic blood as it hits his senses.
Coughing up a bit of water and blood, the butcher spits it out off to the side and peers over at Danta a mess, scanning him for where he might have hit him. “I would say we are even now, no?” He says through a hoarse laugh, prodding his split lip with his tongue, feeling and tasting the fresh flush of metallic blood as it hits his senses.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
