// i've got a lot to show for the time you're gonna lose //
With the pool party being chaotic as it was, upon the return to the Grounds, sends a letter out to Flora to ensure that she’d made it out okay. He hadn’t stuck around, not between everything that had happened leading up to it with Danta and the literal knife between his ribs, to seeing Noah take on Thalassa. He’d gotten out before he felt as though he would be forced to get involved.
But while he hadn’t stuck around in Torchline, he’d certainly felt as if reaching out to her would answer his question. And between the two of them, it had, but it had also created a lovely meeting point. The dark obsidian dick in the sky that was the Spire – a space the butcher enjoyed frequenting for the way it’s almost off putting.
He’s arrived early, dressed lovely as always, albeit dressed down, because the butcher is cleaning up by the time Flora would arrive. Pale white bones, still slick and wet that have yet to be dried are set off to the side as he burns away the remnants of blood with his scorch magic, humming a low but rather jaunty tune in the quiet base of the Spire. Ash is left behind on the makeshift slab of a table that he ignores as he collects the prize. A wolf skull, carefully prepared to be dried out for a very specific use.
He's got his sleeves rolled up, blood splattered only on the open ruffle of the white shirt as he burns away the rest of the blood on his arms, as if he’d taken care in ensuring the blood hadn’t gotten anywhere else. (He did, for those wondering). The rest of the evidence will be burned away the second he ensures he's got the prizes he'd claimed.
But while he hadn’t stuck around in Torchline, he’d certainly felt as if reaching out to her would answer his question. And between the two of them, it had, but it had also created a lovely meeting point. The dark obsidian dick in the sky that was the Spire – a space the butcher enjoyed frequenting for the way it’s almost off putting.
He’s arrived early, dressed lovely as always, albeit dressed down, because the butcher is cleaning up by the time Flora would arrive. Pale white bones, still slick and wet that have yet to be dried are set off to the side as he burns away the remnants of blood with his scorch magic, humming a low but rather jaunty tune in the quiet base of the Spire. Ash is left behind on the makeshift slab of a table that he ignores as he collects the prize. A wolf skull, carefully prepared to be dried out for a very specific use.
He's got his sleeves rolled up, blood splattered only on the open ruffle of the white shirt as he burns away the rest of the blood on his arms, as if he’d taken care in ensuring the blood hadn’t gotten anywhere else. (He did, for those wondering). The rest of the evidence will be burned away the second he ensures he's got the prizes he'd claimed.
Astaroth
// by the time i go, i'll tear you up in two //
