electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Mm, perhaps. Though from all I've heard, there isn't all that much to collect in the desert. Perhaps a nice skeleton, though." He grins at the thought; from conch shells to driftwood to pieces of obsidian and extravagant ornaments, he imagines the bleached bones might be a nice addition to his shelves. Glancing at the cluttered mantle above the fire (he's set down their bottles of wine there too), he takes a long, content drink from his glass.
Those kids had it coming," he says confidently - and let's be honest, he'd have the same opinion even if they'd been starving orphans when it comes to snowball fights. Another sip of his wine and he glances across at Asta, raising an eyebrow.
"In what way?" he wants to know. "Mulled wine isn't all that surprising, though I'll be honest, there's a lot more available to put in it here than there was at the Climb."
Those kids had it coming," he says confidently - and let's be honest, he'd have the same opinion even if they'd been starving orphans when it comes to snowball fights. Another sip of his wine and he glances across at Asta, raising an eyebrow.
"In what way?" he wants to know. "Mulled wine isn't all that surprising, though I'll be honest, there's a lot more available to put in it here than there was at the Climb."
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
