// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
Despite Charlie’s rich approval, the butcher’s still trying to catch his breath as he hums a soft laugh to her. “I am unsure what that says about me.” He admits, even if his main line of thinking is that he’s endured so much that he probably wouldn’t react to it like a sane person. But it likely also helped to be amongst a dear friend in the process. Such that he perks up when she mentions his haunt, his honey gaze focusing in on her with appreciation.
“Perhaps on a better day I shall show you its true form.” He drawls, reaching up to tug her into a gentle hug with the closeness she’s in. “That is, if you wish to continue the nightmare theme.” He hums as he releases her, tipping her a wink that’s both mischievous and playful before it’s vanishing in favor for his gratitude.
He stands to his full height, runs his hands along his neck again, down the scarred top of his chest before his arms as if he’s shaking out the sensation of what had only just occurred. Then, he offers his hand to her to help her up so he can go and retrieve the scarf. “Thank you so much for your help, darling. Shall I make you some tea or take you on a hunt to show you my gratitude?” He asks as he pockets the bloodstained silk and plucks his knives back up and into place.
Regardless of her choice, the butcher’s feeling on cloud nine with the success of how heavy the lace has become with his blood, even if it’s for the moment before he departs the door. His mood improved immensely, his energy returned, such that whether she chooses tea or a hunt he's ready to treat her.
- FIN
“Perhaps on a better day I shall show you its true form.” He drawls, reaching up to tug her into a gentle hug with the closeness she’s in. “That is, if you wish to continue the nightmare theme.” He hums as he releases her, tipping her a wink that’s both mischievous and playful before it’s vanishing in favor for his gratitude.
He stands to his full height, runs his hands along his neck again, down the scarred top of his chest before his arms as if he’s shaking out the sensation of what had only just occurred. Then, he offers his hand to her to help her up so he can go and retrieve the scarf. “Thank you so much for your help, darling. Shall I make you some tea or take you on a hunt to show you my gratitude?” He asks as he pockets the bloodstained silk and plucks his knives back up and into place.
Regardless of her choice, the butcher’s feeling on cloud nine with the success of how heavy the lace has become with his blood, even if it’s for the moment before he departs the door. His mood improved immensely, his energy returned, such that whether she chooses tea or a hunt he's ready to treat her.
- FIN
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
