my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
He’d somehow managed to dislodge the note taped to his forehead – of course, leaving the tape behind and the note fluttering in the bed somewhere. So when he wakes and rubs at his face (as he comes to the realization that Danta is not beside him), he can feel the tape and peels it easily from his forehead. Squinting at it in his bleary state to only realize that there had been a note attached to it – then begins the butcher’s sleepy scavenger hunt to find the note.
It takes longer than he’d like to admit, truthfully. But he does find it and already is charmed simply by the surprise of it. He has some time left before the time was set for, which allows him plenty of time to put himself together in a better fashion than he has been since Deepfrost started.
Such that as he emerges from the back of the Dusklight toward their designated meeting space, the butcher is dressed up in all kinds of finery. Dark boots are hidden beneath the leg of dark pants with faint pinstripes, meeting the butcher’s middle where a mahogany belt sits with a gold buckle, layered under the deep emerald green vest overtop a long sleeve black shirt. It’s tied together with a matching green tie, draped with gold chains to pin everything together, and adorning his crown of horns sits more of those golden chains in loops.
His smile is slightly less sharp than usual, but more warm for it as he takes in Danta’s appearance by the entrance, holding his cane and ready to meet him in quite the stunning outfit himself. He takes in the faint gold pinstripes as he approaches, the loose golden waves that he’s unconsciously matched, the flare of sleek black raven feathers tucked in neatly behind one ear. “You look beautiful, darling. What is the occasion?” He asks as he takes the cane, the weapon glinting in the light as he fits it snugly into his hand and reaches up with his free hand to brush his cheek gently in an affectionate motion.
It takes longer than he’d like to admit, truthfully. But he does find it and already is charmed simply by the surprise of it. He has some time left before the time was set for, which allows him plenty of time to put himself together in a better fashion than he has been since Deepfrost started.
Such that as he emerges from the back of the Dusklight toward their designated meeting space, the butcher is dressed up in all kinds of finery. Dark boots are hidden beneath the leg of dark pants with faint pinstripes, meeting the butcher’s middle where a mahogany belt sits with a gold buckle, layered under the deep emerald green vest overtop a long sleeve black shirt. It’s tied together with a matching green tie, draped with gold chains to pin everything together, and adorning his crown of horns sits more of those golden chains in loops.
His smile is slightly less sharp than usual, but more warm for it as he takes in Danta’s appearance by the entrance, holding his cane and ready to meet him in quite the stunning outfit himself. He takes in the faint gold pinstripes as he approaches, the loose golden waves that he’s unconsciously matched, the flare of sleek black raven feathers tucked in neatly behind one ear. “You look beautiful, darling. What is the occasion?” He asks as he takes the cane, the weapon glinting in the light as he fits it snugly into his hand and reaches up with his free hand to brush his cheek gently in an affectionate motion.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
