// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
It helps that the butcher doesn’t have an angle when it comes to Thalassa, other than people he deems perfect to keep in his corner if anything ever went wrong. For now, though, he steps into that role of being a good friend. One he intends to continue to do. Even when she questions if everyone has ulterior motives, the butcher hums a soft laugh and shakes his head. “You are right.” He starts, mischief flooding his gaze. “My ulterior motive is that I never have to sleep in a cold bed ever again.” So saying, he plucks another petal from the dwindling stash remaining on the rose and sets it ablaze.
It's easier to joke about having someone to warm ones bed than it was to admit that he didn’t want to be alone anymore.
Her intensity over his near death experience has him smiling a bit brighter, shrugging a shoulder. It was centuries ago (even if it felt like it had only been about a decade or two), allowing him to meet her smile with a shark tooth one of his own. “I am also glad it brought me here, truthfully.” To think that his life could have been so short, without all of these experiences to die with? Sounded absolutely dreadful.
She takes another petal and the butcher holds it out for her to take as he asks her of the void’s true face, sighing lightly as he agrees. “Yes. Another gift to punish him for if he ever returns.” He says confidently, letting the anger of Pierce and what he'd done to her burn through him rather than any anger at her.
It's easier to joke about having someone to warm ones bed than it was to admit that he didn’t want to be alone anymore.
Her intensity over his near death experience has him smiling a bit brighter, shrugging a shoulder. It was centuries ago (even if it felt like it had only been about a decade or two), allowing him to meet her smile with a shark tooth one of his own. “I am also glad it brought me here, truthfully.” To think that his life could have been so short, without all of these experiences to die with? Sounded absolutely dreadful.
She takes another petal and the butcher holds it out for her to take as he asks her of the void’s true face, sighing lightly as he agrees. “Yes. Another gift to punish him for if he ever returns.” He says confidently, letting the anger of Pierce and what he'd done to her burn through him rather than any anger at her.
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
