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 always a dreaded tree, is it not?” Comes the dramatic whine, the tilt of his head back to where he stares momentarily at the ceiling of her cabin with his hand on his chest, before his chuckle escapes him and he tilts his attention back to her with a grin that mirrors his shadows as they both stare at her. “Wicker women and I are enemies.” He informs her, in case she didn’t know about his history with the strange trees.
But he notes the warning of the lamplighters, wondering momentarily while he sips from the glass in his hand, scanning the yellowing bruise on her eye once more. “That is good to know.” He assures her, taking the warning to heart with the hopes that if he does encounter any lamplighters that they’d stand no chance against the Maverick and the Butcher.
Ah, but then she’s offering that playful, protective threat. The tease that has his shark tooth smile brightening and growing, his chuckle escaping him as he leans forward in the chair toward her desk, elbows planted on it as he gives her the most amused look. “Ah, but darling, I am the bodyguard. I cannot very well work with bubblewrap.”
But he notes the warning of the lamplighters, wondering momentarily while he sips from the glass in his hand, scanning the yellowing bruise on her eye once more. “That is good to know.” He assures her, taking the warning to heart with the hopes that if he does encounter any lamplighters that they’d stand no chance against the Maverick and the Butcher.
Ah, but then she’s offering that playful, protective threat. The tease that has his shark tooth smile brightening and growing, his chuckle escaping him as he leans forward in the chair toward her desk, elbows planted on it as he gives her the most amused look. “Ah, but darling, I am the bodyguard. I cannot very well work with bubblewrap.”
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
