run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
Parting ways at the Skyport with the promise that the Maverick would come and visit the house when his trip was done, the butcher sets off down the Ahi Coast with a very specific, lovely mansion of a house in mind, looking forward to having a few days to relax and do nothing but gossip and hopefully spend a decent amount of time in the hot tub he’s been longing for ever since LongNight.
It takes him a bit longer than it otherwise would for the butcher to reach the doors of the Wildering House, stepping inside and setting his bag down. He does look a mess, a black eye that’s starting to turn yellow around the edges, a few bruises peppering his neck and the majority of his shoulders and chest that are blissfully hidden by the thick plush burgundy sweater he wears.
He looks mostly put together if not for the fact that his face is a mess and he walks more stiffly. His posture isn’t quite where he prefers it, either, but he’s so tall the majority of those that he passed by likely couldn’t tell. You would have to know him to know if he’s slouching even an inch. “My darling Floraaa!” He calls out into the House, a smile on display as he waits to see whether it’s the queen or a spirit he encounters first.
It takes him a bit longer than it otherwise would for the butcher to reach the doors of the Wildering House, stepping inside and setting his bag down. He does look a mess, a black eye that’s starting to turn yellow around the edges, a few bruises peppering his neck and the majority of his shoulders and chest that are blissfully hidden by the thick plush burgundy sweater he wears.
He looks mostly put together if not for the fact that his face is a mess and he walks more stiffly. His posture isn’t quite where he prefers it, either, but he’s so tall the majority of those that he passed by likely couldn’t tell. You would have to know him to know if he’s slouching even an inch. “My darling Floraaa!” He calls out into the House, a smile on display as he waits to see whether it’s the queen or a spirit he encounters first.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
