// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
The party had been less than stellar for the butcher and having to get a grip on himself amongst so many strangers — that and watching Danta socialize. It set his teeth on edge, at least for the time it took until they’d managed to get away. With only one little prank made and a certain beautiful blood red rose in hand, the butcher finds himself heading toward Thalassa’s home, hoping that she’s residing within, for an apology on the tip of his tongue for the events in the masquerade.
They were all a little bit on high alert, it seemed, but the butcher arrives at her door with two gifts. One she won’t see, the other wrapped meticulously and carefully. The ribbon along the top spills in a blood red, at odds with the deep charcoal of the paper its wrapped in, and with the rose carefully hidden away from her sight, the butcher knocks twice, lingering at her door as lightning strikes around him, rain water dripping from the tines of his antlers.
They were all a little bit on high alert, it seemed, but the butcher arrives at her door with two gifts. One she won’t see, the other wrapped meticulously and carefully. The ribbon along the top spills in a blood red, at odds with the deep charcoal of the paper its wrapped in, and with the rose carefully hidden away from her sight, the butcher knocks twice, lingering at her door as lightning strikes around him, rain water dripping from the tines of his antlers.
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
