// day breaks sorrow //
Seeing the equivalent of a pout cross Thalassa’s face has the butcher’s chuckle deepening a touch as he leans back, his shadow hovering over his shoulder and watching her with equal parts amusement that remains hidden better in the butcher’s face. “Not everyone has the instincts that you do.” He hums confidently, because they both knew her. They knew she was a fighter at heart. So when Thalassa got her first shift, she likely didn’t have the struggles someone else might not have.
Pouring a bit more whiskey into his glass and topping hers off, the butcher relaxes again in his seat as he imagines a tiny little ash ferret versus a fyrhund. It was an appetizer at best, all things considered, but in a pinch for a bloodlust it might sate enough to get to bigger prey.
Still, he nods with understanding, his lengthier horned head bobbing in agreement. “She may make an appearance here. The Dusklight had been recommended prior to my meeting with her, from my understanding.” Not that he would tell Thal she was here to avoid her. If anything, he’d be more inclined to tell Aithne if the captain was around in case she wanted to avoid it.
Pouring a bit more whiskey into his glass and topping hers off, the butcher relaxes again in his seat as he imagines a tiny little ash ferret versus a fyrhund. It was an appetizer at best, all things considered, but in a pinch for a bloodlust it might sate enough to get to bigger prey.
Still, he nods with understanding, his lengthier horned head bobbing in agreement. “She may make an appearance here. The Dusklight had been recommended prior to my meeting with her, from my understanding.” Not that he would tell Thal she was here to avoid her. If anything, he’d be more inclined to tell Aithne if the captain was around in case she wanted to avoid it.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
