Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
The murderous intent doesn’t exactly die out, so much as it hides deep down in the chill of his bones and the greying of his hands as his smile grows sharper for Danta’s quip and follow up slap of his tail. Still, he does as he’s told – snagging the next broom offered up with a thanks that’s hissed between his grin, shadows vibrating against his shoulders again like a little cloak awaiting blood.
Alas, there’s only rain to be found, biting and colder as the minutes pass by. At least it doesn’t take that long to get the road cleared, handing off the broom before he snaps the wood in half, he very gladly meets Danta’s toothy smile with his own, nodding his head as a few strands of dark black hair falls into his face that aren’t quite long enough for the tie. “Say less, darling.” Comes the purr.
Careful to pick their way back into a space that isn’t completely coated by mud, the soreness in the butcher’s arms grows heavier and heavier, creating a ball of flame in his hands to warm the greying fingers and offering it out for Danta to indulge himself, too. “That was horrible.” He admits, nose wrinkling as they head toward the Last Whisper, his voice deepening in his accent as he whines. “I would much rather it be blood than mud.”
Alas, there’s only rain to be found, biting and colder as the minutes pass by. At least it doesn’t take that long to get the road cleared, handing off the broom before he snaps the wood in half, he very gladly meets Danta’s toothy smile with his own, nodding his head as a few strands of dark black hair falls into his face that aren’t quite long enough for the tie. “Say less, darling.” Comes the purr.
Careful to pick their way back into a space that isn’t completely coated by mud, the soreness in the butcher’s arms grows heavier and heavier, creating a ball of flame in his hands to warm the greying fingers and offering it out for Danta to indulge himself, too. “That was horrible.” He admits, nose wrinkling as they head toward the Last Whisper, his voice deepening in his accent as he whines. “I would much rather it be blood than mud.”
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
