Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
It certainly isn’t a mystery that would be solved today, that’s for sure. Perhaps when she’s older she may learn, but for now? Now it’s a secret he keeps hidden just like the vast majority of his scars in question. Hidden under the confines of his sweater and the wool coat he still wears to keep the heat in despite the slight chill that infiltrates the stone Temple. She agrees with the soft disappointment, but it isn’t something that urges the butcher to decide against the boundary made, so he focuses instead on showing her the book and the veins within the drawing on display.
He nods his head, his gaze flicking down on the page before it lifts up to her face again. “Yes.” He answers. “It is just as important to know as the bone structures you were looking at previously.” He twists his lips into an easier smile, a knowing one that seems to suggest he’s given her plenty of study material to look into alongside her other studies – whatever they may be. Being a child of Dygra and Charlie’s, the butcher isn’t too sure what things she’d be learning.
He nods his head, his gaze flicking down on the page before it lifts up to her face again. “Yes.” He answers. “It is just as important to know as the bone structures you were looking at previously.” He twists his lips into an easier smile, a knowing one that seems to suggest he’s given her plenty of study material to look into alongside her other studies – whatever they may be. Being a child of Dygra and Charlie’s, the butcher isn’t too sure what things she’d be learning.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
