in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
He waits? Good. It will be Dantalion's pleasure to keep him waiting.
The Maverick doesn't appear for some time, having been attending to matters of either business or pleasure (both) elsewhere in the Inner Quarter, and when he does stroll down the length of the Last Whisper towards his establishment, it's with one of his favourite ladies on his arm and a smudge of blood on the cuff of his silk shirt, so it won't take much to put two and two together.
He's whispering something salacious into her ear and patting her rump on the way into the Dusklight when the sight of Tall, Dark and Dickhead catches his eye, Danta drawing up straight and halting in the doorway of the building. The roll of his eyes is almost a palpable thing, and he shrugs out of his coat and hands it to the whore so she might take it inside, before fixing said bloody cuffs and spreading his arms in welcome.
"Astaroth," he croons. "Made it here at last, did we? What do you think?"
The Maverick doesn't appear for some time, having been attending to matters of either business or pleasure (both) elsewhere in the Inner Quarter, and when he does stroll down the length of the Last Whisper towards his establishment, it's with one of his favourite ladies on his arm and a smudge of blood on the cuff of his silk shirt, so it won't take much to put two and two together.
He's whispering something salacious into her ear and patting her rump on the way into the Dusklight when the sight of Tall, Dark and Dickhead catches his eye, Danta drawing up straight and halting in the doorway of the building. The roll of his eyes is almost a palpable thing, and he shrugs out of his coat and hands it to the whore so she might take it inside, before fixing said bloody cuffs and spreading his arms in welcome.
"Astaroth," he croons. "Made it here at last, did we? What do you think?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
