#butcher post.

[monstyrious]

@starliqqht liked for a starter.

maybe it's the shit coursing through his veins, whether that be the drugs or the hatred, or maybe a damn decade is too long to go without getting laid. he needs something, usually, to give a fuck and get hard, but since when has anger and annoyance not counted as something? both flow like water, or rather, like the venom that has been pouring out of each of their mouths back and forth since she's stepped away from vought.

how long ago was that? he can't recall. it doesn't really matter.

what does matter is that whatever pissed off bullshit she's just thrown at him lingers in the air between them a little longer than usual, and though he's actively pissed about whatever thing it was that had caused the argument, he can feel that distinct twitch beneath the thick denim of jeans because of course, he'd not bothered with boxers that day. rarely does he, but that's beside the point.

the point is, before he is capable of really understanding what's going on under all that pointless flesh he's got, he's stepping heavily across the space between himself and annie - starlight. a fuckin' supe. though he'll admit in the darkest, deepest hole where no one can hear him that she's one of the good ones. once in her space, he's using the brunt of his presence to pressure her back against the nearest wall.

he doesn't touch her. not yet. no, hands plant at either side of her head against the wall, his body leaning inwards towards her. he knows what he wants, but he's not about to try taking it. he hates it, maybe even hates her, but she has to agree.

[monstyrious]

”butcher? How confident are you in delivering babies?” (idk this just seems like a funny thing to ask out of the blue even if the baby isn’t immediately coming out)

"yer not 'bout t' pop now are ya..?" the concern on his face is immediate, immense, and almost ghosts him. he pauses for a moment before their general calm deters the idea that he needs to panick. "not confident enough t' do it all on m' own. if somethin' happens t' ya? if it's just me, yer gonna be gone. can't do that."

[monstyrious]

@ithirial liked for a one liner.

"yer li'l princess keeps breaking in. there no way ye c'n keep her under control?" no. no there isn't. bad call to even mention it probably.

[monstyrious]

@starliqqht liked for a one liner.

"no hard feelings 'bout the whole..." he motions vaguely to all of her. what is he talking about? fat chance in hell for figuring out what incident, or if he's just being a dick.

[monstyrious]

@cripplemagics liked for a one liner.

"if she doesn't come out before we get back from this supply run? we're gonna have to do somethin' more drastic t' fix 'er up."

[monstyrious]

@ithirial liked for a starter. -> frenchie.

getting into the compound a second time had somehow been easier. as if vought hadn't recognized he'd been there at all which, while desirable, means that either they're waiting for him, or they're really just fuckin' stupid out here. william's managed to get frenchie in as well, coming in the same way he had the time before, and flipping off the same camera. he even guides the other man down the same pathway to the tiny cabin nestled in the deeper parts of the wooded area within the compound that, really, is just a massive stone wall surrounding the area with the field that william has come to understand prevents nelrathe from simply leaving.

they come up along the side of the place, farther away from the rubble driveway, and william pulls frenchie into a bush brush between two massive fir trees, hushing the other man when there's mild protest. finger over his own lips, and the butcher man explains quietly.

"she can smell us. when it's safe, she'll come out an' lead us t' a blind spot." a nod to convey that's it, and he's making himself a bit more comfortable against the trunk of one of the trees. "could be a while."

[monstyrious]

@cripplemagics sent : Aoi’s left a bracelet that says ‘best fake dad’ on it and a doodle of terror on the table for butcher. Supposedly you get dads grilling equipment or golf clubs for Father’s Day. Maybe he could use the clubs to bash someone’s head in. But this felt more personal.

there isn't much that surprises him anymore, between the fact that he'd been married to a dragon for over a decade and that superheroes are a thing that he's actively fighting against, and that he's pretty certain that he's accidentally gone and made his dog immortal. nothing is really shockworthy beyond all of that.

but on the little table in the space he has carved out for himself, serena and terror in the more back end of the abandoned elementary school, there's these small gifts. they aren't from hughie or dogmeat, clearly, and none of the others see him that way. it's the little signature on the back of the doodle that clues him in finally, and he has to settle down in the chair nearby with both items in hand to really process.

aoi is a good kid, for the most part. all of the people that have come to refer to him as some form of father figure are. but it's only here that he realizes how many of them there are. how many lives he's been lucky enough to touch in a way that he's going to deem positive, especially amid all the shit that they're currently having to endure because of him. for aoi to give even these simple things...

william slips the woven bracelet with its silly beads around his wrist, tightening it before he places the picture of terror back on the table. hands come up, pressing into his visage there at the sockets and dragging downward. in what world does he deserve these people on his side, seeing any good in him, when all he has ever done is cause destruction and mayhem?

[monstyrious]

@awkwardcourage sent : "Hey, um, I just thought I'd… uh, I'd get you something. Because… Well, you know it's- anyway, here, I hope you like it." (for Butcher on Father's Day :3)

there's only a slight pause to what the man's doing before it stops completely, because the paperwork for the fucker they'd nibbed earlier in the week had already been put off this long, it could wait a while more. butcher stands up from where he'd been rolled too tight under the desk there in the flat iron, taking a step closer to hughie and furrowing his brows a touch.

"cause it's what?" he asks briefly, but then he catches a glimpse of the card already opened on his desk from the blonde that isn't in town at the moment, so couldn't do much more than that and a call to check on him, make sure the old butcher man isn't getting into too much trouble.

"ah, right," william chuffs a bit, and looks down to what it is hughie offers, the thanks a billion already locked and loaded before he's even seen it, because truth is? the kid could hand him a bag of terror's shit and call it a gift and he'd be pleased enough with the intention of it being for father's day.