// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
Glad for another shot in his glass, the butcher’s dark gaze flits up to his fiance’s face as he answers the butcher’s sudden nostalgia. “It is, from what I’ve gathered.” The butcher admits, smiling faintly now, reminiscing. “It would be nice if they did, though once I realized what I had been made, I simply just assumed it would be some place I never would go back to. Back then, however, it wasn’t something I wanted all that much. The likelihood of seeing someone I knew was quite high.” Because some of them had to survive for it to continue to be a problem for Halo up until recently.
Now, though, without the possibility of running into siblings or people from his clan, the butcher finds it much more appealing. He’s fairly certain he’s the last of his kind, anyway. But as Danta gestures for him to take the lead back to their room, the butcher gladly goes, slipping out from behind the bar toward the steps leading back toward their room. “I was considering asking if you may be interested in returning in Flowerbirth.” He admits, chuckling softly. “Apparently I am feeling a bit more nostalgic these days.” Drawling dramatically like it’s the liquor and not the fact that he’s been awake for years now in a world where Whitebrim had been wiped away and the realization he wouldn’t know anyone in Halo anymore.
Reaching their door, the butcher opens it and lets Danta slip in first before following him in, grateful already for the heat of their fireplace still roaring and filling the space with heat.
Now, though, without the possibility of running into siblings or people from his clan, the butcher finds it much more appealing. He’s fairly certain he’s the last of his kind, anyway. But as Danta gestures for him to take the lead back to their room, the butcher gladly goes, slipping out from behind the bar toward the steps leading back toward their room. “I was considering asking if you may be interested in returning in Flowerbirth.” He admits, chuckling softly. “Apparently I am feeling a bit more nostalgic these days.” Drawling dramatically like it’s the liquor and not the fact that he’s been awake for years now in a world where Whitebrim had been wiped away and the realization he wouldn’t know anyone in Halo anymore.
Reaching their door, the butcher opens it and lets Danta slip in first before following him in, grateful already for the heat of their fireplace still roaring and filling the space with heat.
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
