love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
“Mm, funny. That is essentially what I told Danta when we debated shattering all of our mirrors.” They hadn’t, but it wasn’t because he would be staring down the barrel of twenty eight years of bad luck. Instead, he works on marking the charcoal lines into the ivory of the bone, gaze flitting from her to his task and back and forth when the mirror shards are revealed.
The answer is one that’s surprisingly charming, though, as the butcher has always been a fan of the macabre. So it’s with a twist of his smile that’s more fond than it is sharp that the butcher nods along with her meaning. “That makes a surprising amount of sense, truthfully.” He hums, tucking that tidbit of information away for later. A just in case he ever needed a way to bring the spirits out into the open.
Once he’s carved her silhouette and the small frame in with the charcoal, the butcher moves onto the surrounding portion of bone. Adding a whirling tree above the frame and below the mark of the ocean and seashells and starfish. And once he’s done with that, he’s plucking the sharpest bone knife - small and meant for carving out the fletches of ivory in order to be precise. “Oh?” Flitting his gaze up to her and smiling a bit wider, his tail flicks contently (and perhaps a touch more excited for her to have that opportunity). “That sounds quite lovely, darling. Will you both take the Sugar Tide?” Easily offering her a way to indulge in her excitement for however long she wishes, the butcher will sit there and carve this portion of bone until it’s a beautiful rendition of Flora’s silhouette amongst a few of the things that remind him of her.
The answer is one that’s surprisingly charming, though, as the butcher has always been a fan of the macabre. So it’s with a twist of his smile that’s more fond than it is sharp that the butcher nods along with her meaning. “That makes a surprising amount of sense, truthfully.” He hums, tucking that tidbit of information away for later. A just in case he ever needed a way to bring the spirits out into the open.
Once he’s carved her silhouette and the small frame in with the charcoal, the butcher moves onto the surrounding portion of bone. Adding a whirling tree above the frame and below the mark of the ocean and seashells and starfish. And once he’s done with that, he’s plucking the sharpest bone knife - small and meant for carving out the fletches of ivory in order to be precise. “Oh?” Flitting his gaze up to her and smiling a bit wider, his tail flicks contently (and perhaps a touch more excited for her to have that opportunity). “That sounds quite lovely, darling. Will you both take the Sugar Tide?” Easily offering her a way to indulge in her excitement for however long she wishes, the butcher will sit there and carve this portion of bone until it’s a beautiful rendition of Flora’s silhouette amongst a few of the things that remind him of her.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
