// there's shadows on the walls //
"Astaroth." Danta's voice is quiet but firm, and he abandons his own drink to step up opposite the other man, hands landing warmly upon his shoulders. "It wasn't your fault. I didn't expect you to be up here for a few more hours." Or at all, some days. Or he'd see the butcher in their collective offices, or at the bar, or whatever. Not this random hey look a crow bombardment.
"Come and sit down," he murmurs, gently guiding him towards the couch he's dragged up to be situated in front of his fireplace (which is of course crackling merrily). Danta sits as well, raking a hand through the longer lengths of his fair hair and letting out a sigh. "I'll make sure she isn't inside the Dusklight any more."
"Come and sit down," he murmurs, gently guiding him towards the couch he's dragged up to be situated in front of his fireplace (which is of course crackling merrily). Danta sits as well, raking a hand through the longer lengths of his fair hair and letting out a sigh. "I'll make sure she isn't inside the Dusklight any more."
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
