// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
“Mm, perhaps all three?” The Butcher suggests, brows pinching slightly as he considers the option while they get situated and the lightning continues to flare above them – illuminating them in shades of varying colors. “Keep me updated, darling. It would seem that I have a vested interest now.” He laughs lightly, taking the bottle from her as he lets the small tidbit drop from his ascension.
Her laugh is met with a dramatic roll of his eyes and a groan, but it doesn’t swipe the grin from his face. “No, what you would have paid to see is how she woke me up.” Raising his dark brow toward her as he hands her the glass, he cradles his own in his hand and takes a sip just after she does, letting the heat of the halovian whiskey melt over his tongue.
He sets the bottle down where it won’t fall over and rummages back in the bag for a snack for Sicarius as he answers. “Well, she called me to her in the Climb. And when I arrived at the Soulfire Reach, she was standing there.” Which was an incredible feat on its own – to have witnessed her in the flesh, all the carnal chaos and beauty she encompassed, the taste of divinity he can still taste on his tongue despite the weeks that have passed.
His tail flicks comfortably behind him in a lull as if his thoughts have dragged him back there. “She told me about the potential complications, said it may require a butcher, and shortly after I somehow began to nod off.” He winces here, back to his dramatics. “She slapped me.” He laughs warmly, pausing to take another sip and to hand the piece of meat jerky in the bag to Thalassa to give to the nosy dragonling.
“I woke up, obviously, and then we struck our deal. She branded me with a kiss for her side, we sealed my side with a bite.” Flashing his too sharp teeth as if they were the epitome of sealing deals for the butcher (or pleasures, if Danta’s scars on his neck and shoulders have anything to say about it). “I would say that it began with the Peepholes. Many of us were drawn there by a light and many ended up falling asleep en route of following said light.” It’s clear his only experience with falling asleep had been in front of his deity.
Her laugh is met with a dramatic roll of his eyes and a groan, but it doesn’t swipe the grin from his face. “No, what you would have paid to see is how she woke me up.” Raising his dark brow toward her as he hands her the glass, he cradles his own in his hand and takes a sip just after she does, letting the heat of the halovian whiskey melt over his tongue.
He sets the bottle down where it won’t fall over and rummages back in the bag for a snack for Sicarius as he answers. “Well, she called me to her in the Climb. And when I arrived at the Soulfire Reach, she was standing there.” Which was an incredible feat on its own – to have witnessed her in the flesh, all the carnal chaos and beauty she encompassed, the taste of divinity he can still taste on his tongue despite the weeks that have passed.
His tail flicks comfortably behind him in a lull as if his thoughts have dragged him back there. “She told me about the potential complications, said it may require a butcher, and shortly after I somehow began to nod off.” He winces here, back to his dramatics. “She slapped me.” He laughs warmly, pausing to take another sip and to hand the piece of meat jerky in the bag to Thalassa to give to the nosy dragonling.
“I woke up, obviously, and then we struck our deal. She branded me with a kiss for her side, we sealed my side with a bite.” Flashing his too sharp teeth as if they were the epitome of sealing deals for the butcher (or pleasures, if Danta’s scars on his neck and shoulders have anything to say about it). “I would say that it began with the Peepholes. Many of us were drawn there by a light and many ended up falling asleep en route of following said light.” It’s clear his only experience with falling asleep had been in front of his deity.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
