// i've got a lot to show for the time you're gonna lose //
Relieved to know that she’s okay, the butcher’s smile is bright and lacking any of the additional sharp crocodilian teeth that his primal form had. And with it, the low rumble of agreement escaping him. “I have frightened a fair few.” More than that, if he’s being honest. But the amounts had been lost to him over the years, because obviously once you reached past twenty people it all just blurred at the end of the day.
Her playfulness as it returns is a comforting notion, and he nods his horned head still boasting the large cathedral of tines, looking nothing short of a devoted demon to his goddess of chaos and blood. But he’s softer - for her, because it’s Flora, and he could never truly be his worst self toward her.
“Yes. Fear does… Immense things.” His nose winkles a touch - because while effective, he’s also been on the receiving end of it more than once. At least it makes him well rounded, so he thinks. That he can dish out just as much fear as he’s received.
Either way, the butcher departs from Flora momentarily to snag the bag of goodies to sling it over his shoulder, collecting the bloodied shirt and returning to her side. “Shall I walk you back, darling?” To chat a bit more even while she returns to her shimmered invisibility, not that the butcher minds in the slightest.
- FIN
Her playfulness as it returns is a comforting notion, and he nods his horned head still boasting the large cathedral of tines, looking nothing short of a devoted demon to his goddess of chaos and blood. But he’s softer - for her, because it’s Flora, and he could never truly be his worst self toward her.
“Yes. Fear does… Immense things.” His nose winkles a touch - because while effective, he’s also been on the receiving end of it more than once. At least it makes him well rounded, so he thinks. That he can dish out just as much fear as he’s received.
Either way, the butcher departs from Flora momentarily to snag the bag of goodies to sling it over his shoulder, collecting the bloodied shirt and returning to her side. “Shall I walk you back, darling?” To chat a bit more even while she returns to her shimmered invisibility, not that the butcher minds in the slightest.
- FIN
Astaroth
// by the time i go, i'll tear you up in two //
