idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Danta appears with a petulant groan, having been called from his ever so important duties out in the Dusklight back here to be helpful, or some shit. All but rolling around the doorframe and into what will soon be Astaroth's office, he pauses only to glance through the open doorway - and right at the closed door of his own office.
"Fuck you," he tells the other man affectionately, offering him a tight smile for his trouble - and a rather frosty, but otherwise polite enough nod to Maea, assuming that she's also been roped in to help one way or another.
"Go on, then. Where do we start?" With hammers, he hopes. That would probably make him feel better. Oh, or with wine. That works too.
Danta arrives!
"Fuck you," he tells the other man affectionately, offering him a tight smile for his trouble - and a rather frosty, but otherwise polite enough nod to Maea, assuming that she's also been roped in to help one way or another.
"Go on, then. Where do we start?" With hammers, he hopes. That would probably make him feel better. Oh, or with wine. That works too.
Danta arrives!
Dantalion
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
