// day breaks sorrow //
The mention of Maea again has the butcher tensing beneath Flora’s touch, the butcher’s chin dipping down toward his chest as the tip of his spaded tail flits as the only indicator of the feelings that war within him. It’s a certain kind of bitterness, to be reliant on the one person in Caido the butcher would prefer not to have to deal with ever again. So he’s grateful for when Danta leaves it up to him - a quiet sentiment of too complicated and big to talk about on vacation.
Heaving a sigh that he’s sure Flora can feel beneath her hands, with the flex of the butcher’s back and chest with the exhale, the butcher withdraws to run his fingers across the bracelet on his wrist, not uncharacteristically quiet, just thoughtful.
Turning slightly toward Flora, so that he can give her his full attention, her dark gaze scans her face before having to ask a question he’s not sure he wants to know the answer to. “Did you?” He asks, before he clarifies. “Wish to be cured when you were infected.” Because it would only make it that much harder, wouldn’t it? A non consenting cleansing.
Heaving a sigh that he’s sure Flora can feel beneath her hands, with the flex of the butcher’s back and chest with the exhale, the butcher withdraws to run his fingers across the bracelet on his wrist, not uncharacteristically quiet, just thoughtful.
Turning slightly toward Flora, so that he can give her his full attention, her dark gaze scans her face before having to ask a question he’s not sure he wants to know the answer to. “Did you?” He asks, before he clarifies. “Wish to be cured when you were infected.” Because it would only make it that much harder, wouldn’t it? A non consenting cleansing.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
