electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"You mean like a doggy bag?" Danta can't keep the dry mirth from his tone or the way his lips twist into a smirk; listen, when the other man's shift is a fyrhund it's difficult not to make such easy jokes. "I wouldn't say no, though I do prefer my food as fresh as I can get it." And he's starting to wish he'd made more of the deer back at The Spire, honestly, but there will be other chances. There always are for him, these days.
Wrinkling his nose as the history of their longstanding hostility begins to fall into place, Danta steps onto the bridge and turns up the collar of his shirt against the cold breeze off the water. "That makes sense. Probably hoped you'd kill me, or at least maim me enough to really piss Morax off." And it didn't take much to royally piss her off, Danta knows that much intimately.
Wrinkling his nose as the history of their longstanding hostility begins to fall into place, Danta steps onto the bridge and turns up the collar of his shirt against the cold breeze off the water. "That makes sense. Probably hoped you'd kill me, or at least maim me enough to really piss Morax off." And it didn't take much to royally piss her off, Danta knows that much intimately.
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.
