[PQ+] Dripping Red

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"Oh, you're no fun," Danta drawls, smirking at Edmund and letting out a long-suffering sigh at the decision to add torches. "Fine, fine." They're getting more use out of stone and mortar than he'd ever thought possible, the Ancient grabbing up some more supplies and hunkering down to get to work.

It's a bit fiddly this part, and it's with a furrowed brow that he tries to use some of the remaining stone to build something that might be able to hold fire should the situation call for it. "Little help?" he asks Phoebe, since she's close by - and hot. Hot always wins.

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Danta tries to build enclosures for the torches!

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!