electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Timeless, I think they call it." Danta smirks, raising an eyebrow but nevertheless offering out his hand for the butcher to have a taste, before he licks the rest of the blood away and leaves it to freely bleed and heal in its own time. The kindling, meanwhile, burns bright and higher than it really has a right to (thank you magic) and it's only once Danta is satisfied that he lets it slowly smoulder out.
"Mm, that's true," he agrees with the other man's view of things. "I guarantee you had more to work with than I did." Perhaps Danta's offerings would have been more than blood and kindling if he'd been afforded such materials.
Clearly unbothered by it, he grins and steps back away from the basin, nodding at the pews he'd been standing by earlier. "Do you remember when this place was still pristine? I swear I chipped my name into one of these."
"Mm, that's true," he agrees with the other man's view of things. "I guarantee you had more to work with than I did." Perhaps Danta's offerings would have been more than blood and kindling if he'd been afforded such materials.
Clearly unbothered by it, he grins and steps back away from the basin, nodding at the pews he'd been standing by earlier. "Do you remember when this place was still pristine? I swear I chipped my name into one of these."
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
