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
“Mm, well, I suppose at least they are no longer a threat or a reminder?” He suggests in regards to the triplets and Jack for that matter. And when his offer of help is accepted, his smile twitches toward something knowing before he’s explaining the hunt he’s got planned. Her offer for a spirit to let him sink his teeth into is a generous one, and one that he notes for later perhaps.
Because today despite the mud and the pain that radiates through the butcher, he’s well fed and his bloodlust feels mostly well enough under control – a first in a while, though it helps when traveling to be able to sneak off and find something unsuspecting. “Thank you for the offer, darling.” He hums softly, sinking into the hot tub, the warmth radiating and smoothing out the incessant sting of the mostly healed wounds and the bruises that look worse than they actually are these days.
And then, he lets it slip. Enough that he tucks his head in a little, bearded chin sinking toward his chest as he regards the Queen and her horror – like she can’t imagine it just as much as he couldn’t in the moment, his misunderstanding being yet another forefront of a conversation only to be alleviated later with the realization that he wouldn’t be leaving the Maverick as easily as just one death.
“We talked the day after I came back and he had the healer come by. I… stressed him out, understandably, coming home the way that I had. So, when we talked, I thought... mm, well, I was exhausted and still sluggish and I thought he was saying he was tired of loving me.” So obviously that meant that he wanted a fresh pace, with someone he didn’t have to worry about – because the butcher’s mind worked in long stretches and leaps, mistaking portions of the road that it took to get to the result for final nails in a coffin. “I misheard or misunderstood, though, so all is well. Mostly. You know how I can be.” His elbow sneaks toward her to nudge her gently with the grin he shoots her way, because if anyone understood his horrible misunderstandings at times, it was Danta and Flora. Especially Flora, given the state of their dating history.
Because today despite the mud and the pain that radiates through the butcher, he’s well fed and his bloodlust feels mostly well enough under control – a first in a while, though it helps when traveling to be able to sneak off and find something unsuspecting. “Thank you for the offer, darling.” He hums softly, sinking into the hot tub, the warmth radiating and smoothing out the incessant sting of the mostly healed wounds and the bruises that look worse than they actually are these days.
And then, he lets it slip. Enough that he tucks his head in a little, bearded chin sinking toward his chest as he regards the Queen and her horror – like she can’t imagine it just as much as he couldn’t in the moment, his misunderstanding being yet another forefront of a conversation only to be alleviated later with the realization that he wouldn’t be leaving the Maverick as easily as just one death.
“We talked the day after I came back and he had the healer come by. I… stressed him out, understandably, coming home the way that I had. So, when we talked, I thought... mm, well, I was exhausted and still sluggish and I thought he was saying he was tired of loving me.” So obviously that meant that he wanted a fresh pace, with someone he didn’t have to worry about – because the butcher’s mind worked in long stretches and leaps, mistaking portions of the road that it took to get to the result for final nails in a coffin. “I misheard or misunderstood, though, so all is well. Mostly. You know how I can be.” His elbow sneaks toward her to nudge her gently with the grin he shoots her way, because if anyone understood his horrible misunderstandings at times, it was Danta and Flora. Especially Flora, given the state of their dating history.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
