run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
The butcher snorts as he hears her confirmation – realizing that it wouldn’t be hard for her to know just who the captain was. “That is the one, darling.” He hums to her, flashing her a sharp smile that seems to suggest that he’s about to give a little bit of wisdom. “He may not be tall, but he certainly is a force.” Do not underestimate him. He’d fought alongside Jack when the boggart had rampaged through the Grounds. He recalls the variety of elements the captain had whipped out, of course, before the boggart had shifted into a maelstrom of crows which had been quite the shocking trigger.
But that’s all behind him now, and as he walks alongside her with his cane tucked into his elbow, he scans the path ahead as he idly slides the bracelet around his wrist. Craning his head toward her with the raise of a brow, the butcher’s smile curves a little flat – a little deadpan – to hear the tone of her voice and the image she crafts with her face. “Hmm.. Vox?” Comes the tease, before he’s chuckling a rich, accented thing, shooting her an easier smile. “Maea?” The two would elicit the same response from the butcher, at least.
But that’s all behind him now, and as he walks alongside her with his cane tucked into his elbow, he scans the path ahead as he idly slides the bracelet around his wrist. Craning his head toward her with the raise of a brow, the butcher’s smile curves a little flat – a little deadpan – to hear the tone of her voice and the image she crafts with her face. “Hmm.. Vox?” Comes the tease, before he’s chuckling a rich, accented thing, shooting her an easier smile. “Maea?” The two would elicit the same response from the butcher, at least.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
