// you knew who I was //
"Charades," Danta agrees with a chuckle - and it's easier to joke about now that they aren't all in active mortal peril. Strange what a few days of distance between yourself and certain death will do. Humming a regretful sound - Deimos is right, and this one might be a meeting to stick in people's memories for some time - he eventually shrugs his shoulders. No great organiser is the Maverick, after all.
"I suppose I'll just leave the big celebrations to Torchline, then. I'm much better at attending than hosting." Grinning and rolling his shoulders before turning as if to let the magic settle around him and into the garment, he gives the Sword another grateful nod. "Noted," he says. "And thanks again, for this. I know we only spoke about it to save our skins with small talk, but I do appreciate it."
And because gratitude is a foreign emotion for the Maverick, he quickly clears his throat and gestures around. "Can I get you a drink, before you go back on your way? I imagine lingering around here is the last thing on your wish list."
"I suppose I'll just leave the big celebrations to Torchline, then. I'm much better at attending than hosting." Grinning and rolling his shoulders before turning as if to let the magic settle around him and into the garment, he gives the Sword another grateful nod. "Noted," he says. "And thanks again, for this. I know we only spoke about it to save our skins with small talk, but I do appreciate it."
And because gratitude is a foreign emotion for the Maverick, he quickly clears his throat and gestures around. "Can I get you a drink, before you go back on your way? I imagine lingering around here is the last thing on your wish list."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
