// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
Placing the blades and the shawl with a precise movement, it’s almost immediately undone when Charlie pops up atop the slab. The butcher straightens, his smile bright as he straightens up and reaches out to tuck a stray strand of gold that had come loose behind her ear. “You look stunning, darling.” He murmurs, before he finally answers her question. It’s with a small shake of his head and an apologetic gleam to his gaze that’s glittering with mischief all the while when he speaks.
“Alas, no hunting. But do not worry, there will still be blood.” He flashes a wink, the soft laugh leaving him as he gestures to the shawl. “I require your help for a quest from our Dark Lady. I must spill enough of my blood to soak this lace with it, and I am somewhat worried I may stop before it is fully soaked.” Granted his penchant for surviving, he’d get far but perhaps not far enough, depending on where he is conscious wise.
Plucking a particularly sharp blade with a meticulously carved, stained mahogany handle, the twists it masterfully in his hand so that the handle is aimed toward her, the blade pinched between two of his long fingers. “Will you help me?”
“Alas, no hunting. But do not worry, there will still be blood.” He flashes a wink, the soft laugh leaving him as he gestures to the shawl. “I require your help for a quest from our Dark Lady. I must spill enough of my blood to soak this lace with it, and I am somewhat worried I may stop before it is fully soaked.” Granted his penchant for surviving, he’d get far but perhaps not far enough, depending on where he is conscious wise.
Plucking a particularly sharp blade with a meticulously carved, stained mahogany handle, the twists it masterfully in his hand so that the handle is aimed toward her, the blade pinched between two of his long fingers. “Will you help me?”
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
