/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
The butcher perks up with the potential of relief regarding the thought of training, with the acceptance that Deimos offers with the random request. Perhaps it’s because he was under the assumption he’d have to fight the Warden for the rose that already sparked his mentality toward it. But for now? Now the butcher can start to relax fraction by fraction with the possibility that Deimos would be able to scratch one portion of the itch that’s bled into the butcher’s soul.
He follows Deimos away from the marketplace, already with something in mind. “I would like to focus on my fire magic.” And it would work well, because if Deimos harbored some of it himself (which he’s fairly certain he does), the butcher wouldn’t be hurt in the process. “Does that work for you?” He asks once they’ve settled yards away from the marketplace, enough of a space he can shrug out of the mask and cape, ensuring the flower is still safe and free from getting crushed or burnt. The muzzle, however, remains on. Caging his smile behind silver bars.
He follows Deimos away from the marketplace, already with something in mind. “I would like to focus on my fire magic.” And it would work well, because if Deimos harbored some of it himself (which he’s fairly certain he does), the butcher wouldn’t be hurt in the process. “Does that work for you?” He asks once they’ve settled yards away from the marketplace, enough of a space he can shrug out of the mask and cape, ensuring the flower is still safe and free from getting crushed or burnt. The muzzle, however, remains on. Caging his smile behind silver bars.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
