// day breaks sorrow //
He wouldn’t blame her if she did utter those thoughts racing through her head. But for now, as it stands, the butcher relaxes into the bed, radiating heat and warmth like it’s second nature, fingertips dragging gently along both Flora and Danta as he uses it in a subconscious way to relax him into sleep. When Flora does speak, it’s along the same thought pattern of Danta that the butcher thinks – snorting to hear the idea of Maea and Hadama.
He doesn’t think of themselves – especially not with Danta’s absolute back and forth after witnessing Kiada’s beautiful wedding. But also because the butcher has never once thought about marriage at all. It wasn’t a thing cannibals did, after all. At least, not when he was around. “Mm, seconded.” He murmurs before he nuzzles in a little more into Flora’s blonde curls, the butcher’s breathing starts to regulate. “Sleep well, darlings.” A soft little hum to both Danta and Flora, before the butcher’s passing out.
- FIN
He doesn’t think of themselves – especially not with Danta’s absolute back and forth after witnessing Kiada’s beautiful wedding. But also because the butcher has never once thought about marriage at all. It wasn’t a thing cannibals did, after all. At least, not when he was around. “Mm, seconded.” He murmurs before he nuzzles in a little more into Flora’s blonde curls, the butcher’s breathing starts to regulate. “Sleep well, darlings.” A soft little hum to both Danta and Flora, before the butcher’s passing out.
- FIN
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
