and you'll wake up all alone, on an old beat-down dirt country road
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
Always content to watch as Danta tells the workers and assistants where to place said things, the butcher is absolutely a threatening presence over his fiance’s shoulder – watching as those here to help move the balloon arch and not at all hiding the small break of a smirk as it starts to fight back with the movement. Snorting softly beneath his breath, the butcher leans back and folds his arms across his chest, gaze halfway focused on Danta and half focused on all the accoutrements the bar is decked out with.
The threaded cane hangs from the edge of the inside of the bar, not touched but threatening enough that this baby shower would remain perfect and without problems that weren’t brought on by the chaos that Dygra often showered them in herself.
In spirit of the theme, though, the butcher’s shirt is silken and smooth, heavy and draping over his body with a thick swoop of a collar down where the tips of the scar tissue peek out above it – a swirled, almost tie-dye pattern of baby blue and hot pink spreading through that mesh in a gentle lilac purple where the two colors meet. He wears the silver muzzle, too, just in case, with his hair brushed back and other silver adornments hanging from his ears and his horns – branched out further with the help of some of his haunt while the shadow plays watchman behind him against the scarlet wall.
The threaded cane hangs from the edge of the inside of the bar, not touched but threatening enough that this baby shower would remain perfect and without problems that weren’t brought on by the chaos that Dygra often showered them in herself.
In spirit of the theme, though, the butcher’s shirt is silken and smooth, heavy and draping over his body with a thick swoop of a collar down where the tips of the scar tissue peek out above it – a swirled, almost tie-dye pattern of baby blue and hot pink spreading through that mesh in a gentle lilac purple where the two colors meet. He wears the silver muzzle, too, just in case, with his hair brushed back and other silver adornments hanging from his ears and his horns – branched out further with the help of some of his haunt while the shadow plays watchman behind him against the scarlet wall.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
