// day breaks sorrow //
“That is true.” He agrees with a low chuckle, pouring some of the liquor into his glass and fill hers up. Setting the bottle down, he lifts his glass up a few seconds after she’d lifted her own, the butcher hearing the sarcasm and snorting in answer. Nodding and making the little toast with her and taking a sip, he lets it burn nicely as his limbs remain loose. The shadow over his shoulder seems to smile a bit wider with he result, but the butcher agrees regardless. “Well I cannot say she won’t, but, time will tell.”
His chuckle is gentle and amused as he flashes his softer smile toward her, scanning her again before plucking the second to last bite of meat from the plate - echo shark, he thinks - before devouring it and settling in for easier conversation until he’s drunk and warm enough to bid her goodnight before he goes to figure out just how he’s going to mention the return of his haunt magic to the Maverick.
- FIN
His chuckle is gentle and amused as he flashes his softer smile toward her, scanning her again before plucking the second to last bite of meat from the plate - echo shark, he thinks - before devouring it and settling in for easier conversation until he’s drunk and warm enough to bid her goodnight before he goes to figure out just how he’s going to mention the return of his haunt magic to the Maverick.
- FIN
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
