// there's shadows on the walls //
Bobbing his eyebrows at Charlie knowingly - and resisting the urge to roll his eyes as Maea, obviously, takes the more conservative route - Danta lurks in the warmth of the flames until he's needed. "There should be more than enough for us to get both of these done," he remarks of the earth and stone brought from The Climb. And it's with a quick movement that he hauls the first sack of dirt into the fire, where the flames make prompt work of the canvas holding it all together.
Still, it's little effort for the Maverick to pack the material in and around the post Charlie holds, and he's absolutely not complaining about being on his knees before her. For Danta's part, he's littered with bruises that all make sense given that he owns the Dusklight; finger shaped marks and dark bites all canvas his hips and neck, not that he much notices or cares.
Instead, once he's convinced the first post will hold, he straightens up and dusts off his hands.
"Alright, let's do the next one."
Rinse and repeat with the second post, please!
Still, it's little effort for the Maverick to pack the material in and around the post Charlie holds, and he's absolutely not complaining about being on his knees before her. For Danta's part, he's littered with bruises that all make sense given that he owns the Dusklight; finger shaped marks and dark bites all canvas his hips and neck, not that he much notices or cares.
Instead, once he's convinced the first post will hold, he straightens up and dusts off his hands.
"Alright, let's do the next one."
Rinse and repeat with the second post, please!
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
