in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
If only Danta could tell how much it might help - it could be a lot, or it might not be at all. Regardless, whilst he's tense again, the butcher manoeuvres him easily enough, bloody fingers tilting his chin even if his eyes never leave the blank face of their victim. Control is not a privilege the Maverick has ever been afforded in his personal life, and even as the leader of a region it still feels as if it escapes him some days, like sand trickling through an hourglass.
"No," he decides, after a few long heartbeats. "No, I think I'm done here." In his mind's eye he can see himself plunging a hand into the bloodied corpse, snapping off a shard of rib and going at it until it's very, very clear that this was not done by a pack of dogs. And that is not something he believes the Hollowed Grounds will tolerate - even this slip of composure is going to have to be few and far between.
Slouching a little against the other man, as if dizzied by the blood in the air, if nothing else, the Maverick is sated enough to feel tired.
"No," he decides, after a few long heartbeats. "No, I think I'm done here." In his mind's eye he can see himself plunging a hand into the bloodied corpse, snapping off a shard of rib and going at it until it's very, very clear that this was not done by a pack of dogs. And that is not something he believes the Hollowed Grounds will tolerate - even this slip of composure is going to have to be few and far between.
Slouching a little against the other man, as if dizzied by the blood in the air, if nothing else, the Maverick is sated enough to feel tired.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
