Dantalion
innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know
honey, ask me, I should know
"Surprised? Why's that?" Danta flashes a fanged grin to Maea as she appears, the Maverick promptly holding up the mistletoe over their heads and leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Last Deepfrost was miserable. This time I have this fine establishment, and the Grounds has a bonfire to keep us all from turning to stone. What's not to feel festive about?" With a catlike smile to punctuate his point, he sweeps away to arrange some of the mistletoe around the booths.
The smell in question, of course, comes from the incense; a mix of cinnamon, cloves and citrus that might seem overpowering when condensed within a box, but will likely dissipate nicely once it's throughout the Dusklight. "Can you put some of those out?" Danta calls to Maea, busy trying to wrangle his mistletoe into place.
The smell in question, of course, comes from the incense; a mix of cinnamon, cloves and citrus that might seem overpowering when condensed within a box, but will likely dissipate nicely once it's throughout the Dusklight. "Can you put some of those out?" Danta calls to Maea, busy trying to wrangle his mistletoe into place.
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Table base by Skylark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
