found the brambles

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

Wiggling his hand in response to the question of how many void creatures does it take to change a regional lightbulb, Danta wrinkles his nose. "Some," he admits. "But we're getting there." It could be worse, too - he doesn't know many more creatures he'll personally need to go out and catch, but so far, one has been plenty. (Especially given that they are all taking up residence in his office regardless).

Letting his fingers tease through the steam rising from his drink, the Maverick is clearly much more interested in what Deimos has to say about Vi's demigod and the shenanigans that have seemingly come from on high, his focus evident in the raise of his brow and a sharp glint in cold eyes. "Shut up," he says with a scoff, though the outburst is made with a mix of amusement and shock. "He never fucking said that."

Maybe knowing it from the outset would have changed things. Now, though? Well, opinions have been formed, and Danta rolls his eyes as if being asked to do a favour. "If he comes in with his dick swinging again, I'll make it a problem," he warns, picking up his drink again for a sip. "Otherwise, so long as he doesn't get in the way... whatever, I guess."

Dantalion