run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
“Ah.” The butcher says with a touch of a somber sound, head tilting slightly as he opens his gaze a bit more, able to take the Doubletake in better to see the exhaustion of the whole ordeal there within her posture and her shrug. “That is dramatic.” He drawls with a low laugh, tilting his head to look at her with that charming smile and amusement in his dark gaze as if he might be able to brighten her spirits some. “You cannot be owned, darling. Least of all from someone who dated you such a short period.” He doesn’t know the intricacies, and perhaps it doesn’t relate to the time they had together (because the butcher hadn’t been fully apprised of the situation), but he nudges her lightly with his elbow beneath the water. “That would be like me trying to stake a claim over you and your choices.” And he hadn’t and wouldn’t.
Still, the comment is punctuated with a wink to try and cheer her up, something that he hopes helps ease the burden she’s carrying because he’s sure that she would rather handle it herself if only to ensure it was done rather than leaving it up to other people to deal with – family or not. Though it isn’t like the butcher doesn’t have family of his own to deal with the dramatics of, something he’s silently grateful for.
She warms up, though, brightening under the idea of a small party that doesn’t hold the weight of something outlandish. “We would love to celebrate.” He offers her with a knowing nod – maybe granting him more of a chance to get to know Kaisel rather than the stories he’s come up with about the man.
But as she mentions she’s in prune territory, the butcher’s hands lift to inspect only to find the wrinkled skin there and laughing a warm sound of his agreement. “It would appear I am also heading into that territory.” He sighs softly, shifting before he shifts to stand, helping her out of the hot tub before he trails out after her himself – his bruises much better now than they had been when he’d arrived, and already he feels better. Once he’s out of the water, he summons flame to wind around his torso and head to dry off, careful to avoid his shorts so they don’t catch fire. “Shall we, darling?” He hums once he’s dispelled the fire, still warm to the touch but comfortable enough to offer his arm out for her to take so they can venture back inside.
Still, the comment is punctuated with a wink to try and cheer her up, something that he hopes helps ease the burden she’s carrying because he’s sure that she would rather handle it herself if only to ensure it was done rather than leaving it up to other people to deal with – family or not. Though it isn’t like the butcher doesn’t have family of his own to deal with the dramatics of, something he’s silently grateful for.
She warms up, though, brightening under the idea of a small party that doesn’t hold the weight of something outlandish. “We would love to celebrate.” He offers her with a knowing nod – maybe granting him more of a chance to get to know Kaisel rather than the stories he’s come up with about the man.
But as she mentions she’s in prune territory, the butcher’s hands lift to inspect only to find the wrinkled skin there and laughing a warm sound of his agreement. “It would appear I am also heading into that territory.” He sighs softly, shifting before he shifts to stand, helping her out of the hot tub before he trails out after her himself – his bruises much better now than they had been when he’d arrived, and already he feels better. Once he’s out of the water, he summons flame to wind around his torso and head to dry off, careful to avoid his shorts so they don’t catch fire. “Shall we, darling?” He hums once he’s dispelled the fire, still warm to the touch but comfortable enough to offer his arm out for her to take so they can venture back inside.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
