// we can't see the end from the start //
“That I can happily do.” The Butcher shoots a shark tooth grin toward Flora where he stands, the filter of the sunlight through the windows warm as he watches his friend head toward the pool outside. He loses sight of her relatively quickly, having tracked her shadow to see just how far she’s gone. And when it’s very apparent that she’s not within sight, the Butcher tries to prepare himself for the sensation of getting dragged through time and space.
He thinks he has enough time to mentally prepare but he’s very apparently wrong when the call comes. The dark din of the interior of the house by the bar and the scampering of Sicarius and Spice wink away to nothing and he’s abruptly dragged to the outdoors just before Flora, a shot outstretched toward him that he’s very inclined to take while his mind and body tries to keep up with him. “Dios mío,” he manages to get out, a bark of a laugh before he’s slipping back into the interior.
He grips the edge of the bar with the hand not holding the shot, tail twitching and flicking behind him. He downs the shot quickly and zips past the pools to get back to the outdoor bar where Flora had called him from. The second he sees her again, his grin is vibrant as the sun pours down on him to warm him up, reflecting fire on the antlers that extend from his skull. “The shot was lovely, but gods, darling, I may be too old to get whisked around like that.”
He thinks he has enough time to mentally prepare but he’s very apparently wrong when the call comes. The dark din of the interior of the house by the bar and the scampering of Sicarius and Spice wink away to nothing and he’s abruptly dragged to the outdoors just before Flora, a shot outstretched toward him that he’s very inclined to take while his mind and body tries to keep up with him. “Dios mío,” he manages to get out, a bark of a laugh before he’s slipping back into the interior.
He grips the edge of the bar with the hand not holding the shot, tail twitching and flicking behind him. He downs the shot quickly and zips past the pools to get back to the outdoor bar where Flora had called him from. The second he sees her again, his grin is vibrant as the sun pours down on him to warm him up, reflecting fire on the antlers that extend from his skull. “The shot was lovely, but gods, darling, I may be too old to get whisked around like that.”
Astaroth
// but i don't fear the dark //
