Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"Oh, good." Slumping his shoulders and retrieving one hand so he might admire the rum she's gifted him properly, the Maverick's approval comes in the form of a gentle nod. Clearly a decent vintage. He's about to pocket the bottle and remark a little wryly to the pale Ancient as to who, exactly, had fun when, lo and behold, a familiar dark shape comes divebombing them.
And you know, Danta has had quite the fuck enough of it.
"Not this time--" Slipping the bottle away and reaching out, he manages to actively snatch the crow from the air, glaring at it dead in the eyes. "Cut. Your shit. Out." He scowls.
It croaks at him.
And that's that, it feels - only when Danta releases the corvid, she flutters and hops a bit before settling this time on his shoulder. He doesn't really notice or care.
"Want to go to the Dusklight and crack this open?" he asks Maea, patting at his pocket.
And you know, Danta has had quite the fuck enough of it.
"Not this time--" Slipping the bottle away and reaching out, he manages to actively snatch the crow from the air, glaring at it dead in the eyes. "Cut. Your shit. Out." He scowls.
It croaks at him.
And that's that, it feels - only when Danta releases the corvid, she flutters and hops a bit before settling this time on his shoulder. He doesn't really notice or care.
"Want to go to the Dusklight and crack this open?" he asks Maea, patting at his pocket.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
