electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Mm, it's quite the privilege," Danta says with a fanged grin over his shoulder to Asta. They reach the top of the stairs and the Maverick juggles the wine and glasses for a second to fumble for a key, before clicking open the door and leading them inside.
It's a large room, which is probably to be expected at this point, with light streaming in from a veritable wall of windows on one side; if Asta goes to look, he'll see that the Maverick's bedroom sits directly above the entrance to the Dusklight, giving a view of the Last Whisper outside.
And whilst Danta hasn't been around quite long enough to have an extensive collection of knick-knacks, his shelves and other available spaces are already cluttered with findings from The Climb, Torchline, the Greatwood and King's End. His bed - a four poster draped with furs and blankets - stands against the wall opposite the windows, with a large and roaring fireplace only a few feet from it.
"Make yourself at home," he invites.
It's a large room, which is probably to be expected at this point, with light streaming in from a veritable wall of windows on one side; if Asta goes to look, he'll see that the Maverick's bedroom sits directly above the entrance to the Dusklight, giving a view of the Last Whisper outside.
And whilst Danta hasn't been around quite long enough to have an extensive collection of knick-knacks, his shelves and other available spaces are already cluttered with findings from The Climb, Torchline, the Greatwood and King's End. His bed - a four poster draped with furs and blankets - stands against the wall opposite the windows, with a large and roaring fireplace only a few feet from it.
"Make yourself at home," he invites.
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.
