I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"Oh? Not a fan of Halo any more?" Danta tilts his head, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Noah hasn't said it (not even remotely) but the fact that the Sentinel has come down from his frosty seat to slum it in the Grounds is everything he needs to boost his ego about all things leadership. "I forgot I was in the library myself," he confesses through a yawn, stretching out in his seat before rising to stand.
"Find anything good?" he asks, tilting his head at the book Noah has selected for himself and reseating himself at the table opposite the other man. He brings his map with him, smoothing it out so he can examine the spiderwork of lines and chicken scratch notes with renewed boredom. "I met a cartographer in Torchline," he says, mostly to himself. "Maybe it would be worth having her make a new map of this place."
"Find anything good?" he asks, tilting his head at the book Noah has selected for himself and reseating himself at the table opposite the other man. He brings his map with him, smoothing it out so he can examine the spiderwork of lines and chicken scratch notes with renewed boredom. "I met a cartographer in Torchline," he says, mostly to himself. "Maybe it would be worth having her make a new map of this place."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
