// nothing is as simple, I worship, you're my temple //
It’s about time to leave, but the vacation had been absolutely perfect thus far. The next step is the Oerwoud for the slaying of a cockatrice, but for now the morning starts easy. Spirits helping to get their breakfast ready, a warm Longheat day that’s spent already at the poolside in the brisk mid-morning right before it gets too hot.
A plate of bacon is chewed through with relative ease, alongside hot spiced chai tea for the morning. The butcher isn’t quite dressed down like he typically was for vacation, choosing a few more layers to allocate for the next leg of their trip, dressed up in a sleek dark shirt that’s buttoned up most of the way – leaving the long fingers of scar tissue on display alongside the pale scars on his arms from where the sleeves are rolled up. Scarlet suspenders pop against the dark charcoal of his shirt, and paired with equally dark pants and a dark leather belt that matches his shoes, he’s leaning against the outer bar as he plucks a piece of bacon from the plate and smirks over at his fiancé.
“Do you think she has sniffed us out yet?” He asks in a low whisper while his tail flicks behind him contently. He imagines she has within the first day or so, because very little tended to get by Flora, not that the butcher would ever complain. She knew his darkest secrets, after all, and still chose to be close to him and in his life regardless of it. But it still didn’t hurt to playfully bet on whether she did or didn’t know.
A plate of bacon is chewed through with relative ease, alongside hot spiced chai tea for the morning. The butcher isn’t quite dressed down like he typically was for vacation, choosing a few more layers to allocate for the next leg of their trip, dressed up in a sleek dark shirt that’s buttoned up most of the way – leaving the long fingers of scar tissue on display alongside the pale scars on his arms from where the sleeves are rolled up. Scarlet suspenders pop against the dark charcoal of his shirt, and paired with equally dark pants and a dark leather belt that matches his shoes, he’s leaning against the outer bar as he plucks a piece of bacon from the plate and smirks over at his fiancé.
“Do you think she has sniffed us out yet?” He asks in a low whisper while his tail flicks behind him contently. He imagines she has within the first day or so, because very little tended to get by Flora, not that the butcher would ever complain. She knew his darkest secrets, after all, and still chose to be close to him and in his life regardless of it. But it still didn’t hurt to playfully bet on whether she did or didn’t know.
Astaroth
// and heaven, hold your gates open, all the hell we've been through //
