so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
Watching as the tension seems to grow, palpable and strong enough that not even his teeth could tear through it, the butcher finds a frown on his face as soon as the proceedings begin. His jaw set tight when Frey appears and everything starts to flit into motion. It’s like a balloon that’s so close to popping but hasn’t quite found the abrasive surface just yet, and if given the option? He’d rather not be around to see it explode.
Looking over toward Thal when he hears her melodic voice, all the way across the event, the butcher emits a couple of curses in a language long since dead, muscles twitching as he considers heading over there.
But Danta’s at his side, telling him that something is wrong, and as he tries to light his hands with flame he finds them completely and utterly useless. Looking back as Danta steps back, then looking back to Thalassa across the way, his tail whips around his ankles as he turns to get the fuck out of the bubble and depart the chaos.
Because when it comes down to it, he’ll always pick the Maverick.
Looking over toward Thal when he hears her melodic voice, all the way across the event, the butcher emits a couple of curses in a language long since dead, muscles twitching as he considers heading over there.
But Danta’s at his side, telling him that something is wrong, and as he tries to light his hands with flame he finds them completely and utterly useless. Looking back as Danta steps back, then looking back to Thalassa across the way, his tail whips around his ankles as he turns to get the fuck out of the bubble and depart the chaos.
Because when it comes down to it, he’ll always pick the Maverick.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
