so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
He should have known better than to assume he’d be completely left alone, or have an opportunity to meet new company – because he can spot the shorter, familiar blonde strolling up to him equally on the sidelines, equally as empty handed in comparison to the rest of those gathered. Snorting lightly, he shakes his head, his dark gaze skating over toward Dantalion. “No, we didn’t.” He says of the Climb, but as for their own traditions before that? Seeing as he was the expert apparently in cannibal culture at least a few centuries ago, he supposes he can answer.
And surprisingly willingly at that. “I haven’t been to one either, but we did do something similar where I’m from.” He doesn’t need to elaborate where, Danta already knows thankfully. “Rather than lanterns we used candles, though. And only for those who had earned the right.” A tradition that had fallen when he’d scouted and returned to find them turning on one another – that once unspoken rule being broken carnally. And since then, he hasn’t found it in him to light one nor bring a lantern, he supposes.
It's better that way.
And surprisingly willingly at that. “I haven’t been to one either, but we did do something similar where I’m from.” He doesn’t need to elaborate where, Danta already knows thankfully. “Rather than lanterns we used candles, though. And only for those who had earned the right.” A tradition that had fallen when he’d scouted and returned to find them turning on one another – that once unspoken rule being broken carnally. And since then, he hasn’t found it in him to light one nor bring a lantern, he supposes.
It's better that way.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
