reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
It is lovely, in a youthful way that the butcher only seems to feel on the days he allows himself to be reckless - typically in Torchline, almost always on vacation, where he doesn’t have to worry about his reputation. Like a little sweet taste of summer, golden and refreshing and hopeful. It’s a good sendoff, set in the right light as he looks forward to going home without a new scratch on him while facing the void leviathan land shark.
As he settles, shadows curl around his shoulders, lying in wait until the butcher moves next to peer at her with his traditional grin, half hidden behind the glass. The shadow forms against the back wall, a smile lingering in the cut out portion of it as it peers at Thalassa just as it had before. “A quest Danta received. I do not know the specifics, but the second he mentioned the Hanging Tree I was quite intrigued.” He does know the specifics of the quest, but given Thalassa’s fondness for the shade of violet, he finds it less important to mention.
At least he sells it well, the indifference to whatever item Danta was to receive. “Have you been?” He asks curiously, head tilting as his shadow mirrors the movement - only the opposite way.
As he settles, shadows curl around his shoulders, lying in wait until the butcher moves next to peer at her with his traditional grin, half hidden behind the glass. The shadow forms against the back wall, a smile lingering in the cut out portion of it as it peers at Thalassa just as it had before. “A quest Danta received. I do not know the specifics, but the second he mentioned the Hanging Tree I was quite intrigued.” He does know the specifics of the quest, but given Thalassa’s fondness for the shade of violet, he finds it less important to mention.
At least he sells it well, the indifference to whatever item Danta was to receive. “Have you been?” He asks curiously, head tilting as his shadow mirrors the movement - only the opposite way.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
