we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
He lets Deimos take in the wares he currently has on display and those he’s currently tinkering with, standing slightly off to the side to let him see a bit more of the décor and chimes hung and displayed. And when the Warden speaks, Asta nods in quiet agreement with a hum of a laugh. “Unfortunately so.” The butcher agrees, his smile widening a touch even as he asks if he wants some help. And honestly? Why not. Collaboration often made for unique experiences, and for that the butcher lifts the little portion of his booth to let Deimos in. “I will gladly take all the help I can get.” His tail flicks comfortably as he snags a secondary stool for Deimos to sit upon should he wish to.
In the meantime, he snags the boar’s skull he’d been working on, hanging it on the wall beside the work bench to free up some space as he produces a small box full of a variety of deer bones. “Oh most definitely. They were back when I was in Halo long ago.” Before he’d become Ancient, before he’d had the fire in his blood that helped keep him around for this long. So, shooting a sharp grin over at Deimos as he takes a seat and pulls out a vertebrae he’s fairly confident he can use to whittle into a bell-like shape, he looks over at Deimos again. “Since then I have stuck to wool and not being caught out in the snow.” He leaves the box there in case Deimos wishes to use one of them as he takes a piece of graphite to start marking the circular shape of the bell before he carves. “Danta’s coat is quite an impressive feat, by the way.” Well aware the Warden had made it, he can’t help but to offer his compliments.
In the meantime, he snags the boar’s skull he’d been working on, hanging it on the wall beside the work bench to free up some space as he produces a small box full of a variety of deer bones. “Oh most definitely. They were back when I was in Halo long ago.” Before he’d become Ancient, before he’d had the fire in his blood that helped keep him around for this long. So, shooting a sharp grin over at Deimos as he takes a seat and pulls out a vertebrae he’s fairly confident he can use to whittle into a bell-like shape, he looks over at Deimos again. “Since then I have stuck to wool and not being caught out in the snow.” He leaves the box there in case Deimos wishes to use one of them as he takes a piece of graphite to start marking the circular shape of the bell before he carves. “Danta’s coat is quite an impressive feat, by the way.” Well aware the Warden had made it, he can’t help but to offer his compliments.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
