electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Mm, you can say that again," Danta mutters, holding the birdcage at arm's length, not that it makes a bit of difference given the proximity. "And I don't know about keeping all the riff raff out. Some of it can be quite entertaining." With a flash of fangs, he leads her and the corrupted flower fuck thing into his office. The creatures absolutely won't be staying here, because Danta struggles to concentrate on boring admin work without the hanging aura of dread, but it will do for now.
"Everyone always has something to say about my letters," he croons after he puts down the birdcage, coming to stand by Kiada with folded arms and a rather smug expression. "I've made a point, whenever someone mentions them, to ignore them for another few days." Which answers half the question, he supposes. But is he hiring?
"You would like the position of official letter opener, would you?" he drawls.
"Everyone always has something to say about my letters," he croons after he puts down the birdcage, coming to stand by Kiada with folded arms and a rather smug expression. "I've made a point, whenever someone mentions them, to ignore them for another few days." Which answers half the question, he supposes. But is he hiring?
"You would like the position of official letter opener, would you?" he drawls.
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.
