// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
It’s a rush, a quick embrace to drag up onto the skyship before it takes off so they aren’t left behind, and only a soft “Never, darling,” as confirmation for having to go without him. At least, if he could help it. Perhaps it isn’t a promise he should make so easily, but here he is, in the ragged little state of himself but here nonetheless.
Finding an easy place to settle on the skyship, the butcher’s smile remains – though softer edged. “I had something in King’s End to pick up and when I was there a Spectral Villi appeared.” He murmurs, pausing to clarify as his smile twitches toward a frown. “A void infected one.” He hadn’t had time to reach the fountain on the way back, so the ache and burn of the hands against his chest still linger, but are ignored for now in favor for seeing and being near his lover. “A group of us destroyed it, thankfully.” Which had been very relieving,given his last time in a KQ.
Suddenly, he’s reaching into his pocket to withdraw the velvet bag, opening the drawstring of it to pull out the piece of fabric he’d snatched from the villi’s shawl. “I took a piece from it. I may ask Dygra to help me create something with it.” Aside from that piece of lace, within the bag sits the confines of pale dreambird feathers along with a unicorn horn – which had been the whole purpose of the initial trip to King’s End.
Finding an easy place to settle on the skyship, the butcher’s smile remains – though softer edged. “I had something in King’s End to pick up and when I was there a Spectral Villi appeared.” He murmurs, pausing to clarify as his smile twitches toward a frown. “A void infected one.” He hadn’t had time to reach the fountain on the way back, so the ache and burn of the hands against his chest still linger, but are ignored for now in favor for seeing and being near his lover. “A group of us destroyed it, thankfully.” Which had been very relieving,
Suddenly, he’s reaching into his pocket to withdraw the velvet bag, opening the drawstring of it to pull out the piece of fabric he’d snatched from the villi’s shawl. “I took a piece from it. I may ask Dygra to help me create something with it.” Aside from that piece of lace, within the bag sits the confines of pale dreambird feathers along with a unicorn horn – which had been the whole purpose of the initial trip to King’s End.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
