// day breaks sorrow //
“I am quite happy to provide, then.” He hums softly, his smile brightening to hear her answer. But he’s watching her as he speaks next and perhaps its because of how close they were, the butcher’s versed in being able to tell that something is off when the hint of a grimace blooms across her face.
Thinking for a split second that it’s his usage of the term again - with how long it had taken her to be comfortable with him saying it, he has half a mind to ask her when she places her mask back into place and tells him precisely what she’s been up to. “Oh ho, just another day, mm?”
He wants to latch onto her comment about nearly killing a man, but she bypasses it so quickly that his gaze flits to the bartender with a short nod, who soon provides a bottle of their favored Halovian whiskey and two glasses for the two of them to indulge as they wait for their meal to arrive. “Perfectly fine. There is a healer at Jack Tar that works wonders.” He sighs a little dramatically, in a dreamy-nostalgic fashion, before his smile sharpens. “I have felt something a bit different lately, like when one gets a new shift. I have yet to figure out what it is, however.” Bypassing that with a roll of his shoulder, the movement has the collar of his shirt moving, dark bruises of a collar of hickeys could be seen with the movement. “I cannot complain.” His smile is brighter when it’s aimed at her.
Thinking for a split second that it’s his usage of the term again - with how long it had taken her to be comfortable with him saying it, he has half a mind to ask her when she places her mask back into place and tells him precisely what she’s been up to. “Oh ho, just another day, mm?”
He wants to latch onto her comment about nearly killing a man, but she bypasses it so quickly that his gaze flits to the bartender with a short nod, who soon provides a bottle of their favored Halovian whiskey and two glasses for the two of them to indulge as they wait for their meal to arrive. “Perfectly fine. There is a healer at Jack Tar that works wonders.” He sighs a little dramatically, in a dreamy-nostalgic fashion, before his smile sharpens. “I have felt something a bit different lately, like when one gets a new shift. I have yet to figure out what it is, however.” Bypassing that with a roll of his shoulder, the movement has the collar of his shirt moving, dark bruises of a collar of hickeys could be seen with the movement. “I cannot complain.” His smile is brighter when it’s aimed at her.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
