electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
Indeed, the only patrons in the Dusklight are those who neglected to go home the night before - or those who call the place home. Danta is one of the latter, of course, so when honey comes home, he's there to greet her. Sidling out from the backrooms at the familiar trill, he leans comfortably against the doorframe behind the bar for a moment to admire the vision that is the lady before him - and then he promptly notices the towel covered cage and the dread pouring out of it.
"Ew, no," he says, flapping a hand at it. "No no, that's bad for business." Clearly he doesn't feel responsible for it, despite the fact that it's absolutely his problem, and it's with a wrinkled nose that he approaches the cage and carefully peels back one of the towels. "Gods," he mutters. "You always bring the best gifts."
"Ew, no," he says, flapping a hand at it. "No no, that's bad for business." Clearly he doesn't feel responsible for it, despite the fact that it's absolutely his problem, and it's with a wrinkled nose that he approaches the cage and carefully peels back one of the towels. "Gods," he mutters. "You always bring the best gifts."
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.
