you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Scrunching his nose, Danta waves a hand at Everest as if he can wipe away his question physically. "There's no meant to," he says. "Every person is different. Just because you like something during sex doesn't mean you use it day to day." It's all getting very academic, but luckily enough, Mr. Milk Cow comes to their rescue with a truly outstanding bit of chaos.
"Aww..." Given that he's being a tour guide for a man with little experience, Danta doesn't insist they join whatever is going on in the cow room - but he does poke his head back through as an afterthought, promising to return by himself at a later date. Ahem. Anyway.
Opening a door to a room that is, for all intents and purposes, quite empty, whilst the Dusklight doesn't have the magical properties of the House of Midnight, the decor is still plush and comfortable, all rich golds and deep reds and flattering light. "Is there anything I can get you, now?" the Maverick asks, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe. "Or anyone, I should say?"
"Aww..." Given that he's being a tour guide for a man with little experience, Danta doesn't insist they join whatever is going on in the cow room - but he does poke his head back through as an afterthought, promising to return by himself at a later date. Ahem. Anyway.
Opening a door to a room that is, for all intents and purposes, quite empty, whilst the Dusklight doesn't have the magical properties of the House of Midnight, the decor is still plush and comfortable, all rich golds and deep reds and flattering light. "Is there anything I can get you, now?" the Maverick asks, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe. "Or anyone, I should say?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
