// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"Perhaps it was the crow that likes to haunt The Last Whisper," Danta muses. (Or anywhere the Maverick happens to be in truth, or at least that's how it feels). Still, bird aside, here Maea is, and he takes a long sip of his wine as he waits for her to draw properly into the room. Setting the glass down near empty, it's with a raise of his eyebrows (what's up?) that he responds to her question at first. And then, scoffing out a laugh, he shakes his head.
"You know, I considered having Astaroth come and fetch you. Without his gentlemanly accoutrements," he says, "but that seemed a little too far. And then at times not far enough."
Levelling cold blue eyes on his Ambassador, Danta's brows draw into a frown. "You put me in a position where I was threatened, Maea, by arguably the biggest bad this fucking place has seen in living memory. I do not like to be threatened." Let's start there.
"You know, I considered having Astaroth come and fetch you. Without his gentlemanly accoutrements," he says, "but that seemed a little too far. And then at times not far enough."
Levelling cold blue eyes on his Ambassador, Danta's brows draw into a frown. "You put me in a position where I was threatened, Maea, by arguably the biggest bad this fucking place has seen in living memory. I do not like to be threatened." Let's start there.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
