// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
Hanging back as Flora does, the butcher watches as the light begins to illuminate brighter, gathering and waving along the hollows and the ancient himself. It’s very odd as more of their surrounding parties begin to nod off, though, his focus drawn back on Melita as the light pools around them and pulses, to the watery dome that the Heartless has thrown up around the two of them like it might prevent the light from touching them.
And with a quiet watchfulness that still tugs at his bones with exhaustion, he sees Melita wake, letting a bit of relief thread through his bones. Unfortunately, he hadn’t seen anything when Ludo’s demigod speaks, and so the butcher shakes his head with an apologetic smile. “I did not, no.. Perhaps we should find our way out of here now that we are all.. mostly fine?” And the light doesn’t seem to continue to pulse and beckon them deeper.
And with a quiet watchfulness that still tugs at his bones with exhaustion, he sees Melita wake, letting a bit of relief thread through his bones. Unfortunately, he hadn’t seen anything when Ludo’s demigod speaks, and so the butcher shakes his head with an apologetic smile. “I did not, no.. Perhaps we should find our way out of here now that we are all.. mostly fine?” And the light doesn’t seem to continue to pulse and beckon them deeper.
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
