// we haven't won, and if we win, //
“Eh, natural causes get us all one day.” He confirms, and as he browses the book he can’t hide the smile that tugs on his face as he continues to pretend to pay attention to them. “But I imagine it is far more likely that something else takes us first, no?” He flips a few more pages before something else distracts him, taking note of it in the small notebook before the question reaches him and he does fully look up at her.
He nods, the smile vanishing for a frown only briefly at the memory. “Yes. Flora called her to heal me after I was badly injured once.” He recalls those specifics with a haze, compared to the sensation that he remembers vividly after. “It felt like my limbs were vibrating and staticky and everything felt far too shiny and warm.” Which was odd for an Ancient to say, he realizes.
Easily latching onto the comment of Frey, however, the smile returns as he snorts softly. “Oh, I thought it was quite lovely actually.” The grin turns a little more playful, cheshire, nearly feral, in a way that the butcher often isn’t.
He nods, the smile vanishing for a frown only briefly at the memory. “Yes. Flora called her to heal me after I was badly injured once.” He recalls those specifics with a haze, compared to the sensation that he remembers vividly after. “It felt like my limbs were vibrating and staticky and everything felt far too shiny and warm.” Which was odd for an Ancient to say, he realizes.
Easily latching onto the comment of Frey, however, the smile returns as he snorts softly. “Oh, I thought it was quite lovely actually.” The grin turns a little more playful, cheshire, nearly feral, in a way that the butcher often isn’t.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
