/// come close to midnight, hell fade me down
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
Already feeling better about not being near the wicker woman, Asta’s back to his mostly usual self. On guard a touch more than he had been previously - evidenced in the smiling shadow that follows them as they follow the well worn path toward a tree that certainly rivals the Hanging Tree in multiple ways. It’s vibrant, huge, and beautiful if you preferred the idea of liveliness.
The butcher’s somewhat indifferent toward it though, preferring the bloody bark and ropes and skull crabs that wandered about. “When I first went to the celebration and saw what it was for, I immediately returned back to my den with a drink and let everyone else indulge the night.” And every time since then, he’d kept to himself. A thought that isn’t as sad as it sounds when it leaves his lips.
The butcher’s somewhat indifferent toward it though, preferring the bloody bark and ropes and skull crabs that wandered about. “When I first went to the celebration and saw what it was for, I immediately returned back to my den with a drink and let everyone else indulge the night.” And every time since then, he’d kept to himself. A thought that isn’t as sad as it sounds when it leaves his lips.
Astaroth
and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
