// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
She nods and he scans her face with all the intensity of a wolf with a member of their pack, ensuring their health and ability while care lingers deep below the surface. He’s silent as she starts, not wanting to interrupt even when she says you. He remains silent until he’s finished, until she’s shaking her head and letting the worst of her fears escape her, of which the butcher’s brows lift ever so slightly, a shark toothed smile gracing his face.
“Oh, darling.” The butcher hums, all sharp teeth on display as he smiles at her, confidence and arrogance on full display. “I am afraid you are stuck with me, through the good and the bad.” Because while he’d seen her dark and her lowest points, she had seen a majority of his. And while she hadn’t exactly seen him in action with his cannibalism, she’d been there to see his panic with the gore crows, to hear his history and why he is the way that he is.
And even with knowing about his preferences, the Marauder’s captain hadn’t shied away from him. Hadn’t shunned him in the way that Maea had. Hadn’t told him essentially that his existence was wrong. So if she thinks she can get rid of him so easily, that he might find some fault in her? She’s wrong.
His hand tips down to her chin, thumb brushing along her jaw as he scans her face, the both of them drenched in the rain. “You do not have to fear losing me. I am not going anywhere.”
“Oh, darling.” The butcher hums, all sharp teeth on display as he smiles at her, confidence and arrogance on full display. “I am afraid you are stuck with me, through the good and the bad.” Because while he’d seen her dark and her lowest points, she had seen a majority of his. And while she hadn’t exactly seen him in action with his cannibalism, she’d been there to see his panic with the gore crows, to hear his history and why he is the way that he is.
And even with knowing about his preferences, the Marauder’s captain hadn’t shied away from him. Hadn’t shunned him in the way that Maea had. Hadn’t told him essentially that his existence was wrong. So if she thinks she can get rid of him so easily, that he might find some fault in her? She’s wrong.
His hand tips down to her chin, thumb brushing along her jaw as he scans her face, the both of them drenched in the rain. “You do not have to fear losing me. I am not going anywhere.”
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
