// there's shadows on the walls //
"Better than I thought you would as well," Danta says, not remotely afraid to admit it as he finally drops his gaze enough to see his companion do her best to rearrange the butcher's (apparently invisible) plumage. Rolling his eyes but saying nothing about it, he can practically feel the temperature drop a few degrees at his suggestion, and he smirks and nods his understanding.
"Alright. Well I'll put her outside so she can stretch her wings, and you won't see her for the rest of the night unless it's on a windowsill on the other side of some glass." Which - hopefully - would be enough distance to keep any brewing panic attacks at bay.
Rising to his feet with his feathered idiot, Moira croaks her version of a farewell before Danta is carrying her off, stupid upside down feet and all, to release her out the back door of the Dusklight. Once she's safely out of the way, the Maverick returns, stretching out tension he hasn't realised is there.
"Alright. Well I'll put her outside so she can stretch her wings, and you won't see her for the rest of the night unless it's on a windowsill on the other side of some glass." Which - hopefully - would be enough distance to keep any brewing panic attacks at bay.
Rising to his feet with his feathered idiot, Moira croaks her version of a farewell before Danta is carrying her off, stupid upside down feet and all, to release her out the back door of the Dusklight. Once she's safely out of the way, the Maverick returns, stretching out tension he hasn't realised is there.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
