// allow me to introduce myself //
“It just so happens you do not need an axe to handle my wood.” The butcher points out with a warm laugh that clouds in front of his face. He settles in to offer encouragement, a little personal cheerleader for the Maverick while he hacks at the tree. He’s out of the way as well, though a brush of snow settles on the top of his dark hair, peppering it like powdered sugar and clinging to the sharp tines of his horns in a cold, frozen layer that makes the tips white.
Then he gets to work, cutting off the branches and working in tandem with the Maverick to shop the tree into logs of firewood, pausing only when the other Ancient steps up beside him and grins over his scarf. “Keep me busy, darling, and I will not require a rest.” He boasts a little proudly – but it’s clear he is trying his best to keep busy and not take a break because of the worry of that.
They hack up enough of the tree to start loading it onto the sled, at least, and he finds himself busy with that as if running off of instinct.
Then he gets to work, cutting off the branches and working in tandem with the Maverick to shop the tree into logs of firewood, pausing only when the other Ancient steps up beside him and grins over his scarf. “Keep me busy, darling, and I will not require a rest.” He boasts a little proudly – but it’s clear he is trying his best to keep busy and not take a break because of the worry of that.
They hack up enough of the tree to start loading it onto the sled, at least, and he finds himself busy with that as if running off of instinct.
Astaroth
// i'm the one who pulls all the strings, son //
