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
“I was able to obtain a piece of this.. Void infected vili lace. Dygra is helping me create armor with it.” He says easily, because it wasn’t personal and between the both of them and the evidence spanning his body, the man needs some kind of armor. It just so happens that this one would also be damaging in the sense that he couldn’t get too close to anyone else (which is really not a worry the butcher has just yet).
She rests against him as he explains his feelings regarding the agreement the butcher and the Maverick have, and his arm follows her as she nestles in against his chest, keeping her close while the healing and hot waters do their work. It’s a mutual agreement that it’s different for them, though there had been a time where he did not think it was possible. But he’s glad that it worked out and that they could sit here just like this, even if the topic they speak about is surprisingly heavy.
She tilts her head up and he meets her aqua blues with a quiet confidence nestled into the honey chestnut of his gaze, understanding lingering in the confines of the crows feet as he offers her a softer smile, something just for them. “I would not say it is trusting, truthfully.” He admits a touch ruefully, because he knows it doesn’t help her situation. “I have never once been worried that he may fall in love with someone else. It is… Possessive of me, and likely arrogant, but it is not worry so much as it is jealousy even if I know without a doubt he’s mine.” A brief pause, a tilt of his horned head as he considers how to word it.
“I know him in ways most people do not and never will. There is no one that can come close to how I am when it comes to him. It is the same for me, with him. We have seen each other at our absolute worsts, after all." His arrogance and ego is the majority of the reasons for his confidence. "And when it comes to sex for me, it was never something I indulged in until I left Whitebrim. It does not carry the same kind of meaning to me, I think, that it does for others.” The smile he flashes her way is warm and inviting, an offering for her to ask him to elaborate if she wished to understand more.
She rests against him as he explains his feelings regarding the agreement the butcher and the Maverick have, and his arm follows her as she nestles in against his chest, keeping her close while the healing and hot waters do their work. It’s a mutual agreement that it’s different for them, though there had been a time where he did not think it was possible. But he’s glad that it worked out and that they could sit here just like this, even if the topic they speak about is surprisingly heavy.
She tilts her head up and he meets her aqua blues with a quiet confidence nestled into the honey chestnut of his gaze, understanding lingering in the confines of the crows feet as he offers her a softer smile, something just for them. “I would not say it is trusting, truthfully.” He admits a touch ruefully, because he knows it doesn’t help her situation. “I have never once been worried that he may fall in love with someone else. It is… Possessive of me, and likely arrogant, but it is not worry so much as it is jealousy even if I know without a doubt he’s mine.” A brief pause, a tilt of his horned head as he considers how to word it.
“I know him in ways most people do not and never will. There is no one that can come close to how I am when it comes to him. It is the same for me, with him. We have seen each other at our absolute worsts, after all." His arrogance and ego is the majority of the reasons for his confidence. "And when it comes to sex for me, it was never something I indulged in until I left Whitebrim. It does not carry the same kind of meaning to me, I think, that it does for others.” The smile he flashes her way is warm and inviting, an offering for her to ask him to elaborate if she wished to understand more.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
