my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake
"Rest assured, we have no intention of being bottom of the pile for very long," Danta says of himself and Astaroth, sure that the taller man would agree with the sentiment if he were present. As Maea continues, the Maverick waits for his fingers to feel warm enough before he peels off his gloves, tucking them into his back pocket and reaching to the top of the mantlepiece where he's kept his assortment of rings.
"Oh?" Tilting his head towards the pale woman as he slips the jewellery back on, he seems exceedingly laissez-faire about his next statement. "Well, kill yourself then."
Waiting until he's adjusted a gemstone just so, Danta barks out a laugh as if realising what he's just said. "Not literally, of course. Just... the old versions of you. Bury them, burn them, put them to rest however feels best. Dygra wouldn't choose the weak, so you've obviously got nothing to worry about."
"Oh?" Tilting his head towards the pale woman as he slips the jewellery back on, he seems exceedingly laissez-faire about his next statement. "Well, kill yourself then."
Waiting until he's adjusted a gemstone just so, Danta barks out a laugh as if realising what he's just said. "Not literally, of course. Just... the old versions of you. Bury them, burn them, put them to rest however feels best. Dygra wouldn't choose the weak, so you've obviously got nothing to worry about."
the maverick
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
