Dantalion
innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know
honey, ask me, I should know
Huffing out a sigh and letting go of the point he's been trying to make, Danta takes another sip of liquor and leans an elbow against the desk as he listens to Maea's response with as level a mind as the Maverick is capable. (And really, it'll give him a headache later if he's not lucky). "What is the difference?" he asks. "If Asta had gone in and broken his nose or kicked in his ribs or thrown him against a wall? Is that acceptable? And if it is, why? Where's the line, exactly?"
Sitting back in his seat and rubbing at his forehead, he shakes his head to the other Ancient. "It's LongNight, Maea. There was a fight - a pretty substantial one, from all accounts - in a confined space where there's nothing around to hunt and it's too cold besides to try." Again, he wonders what she expected to gain by following a cannibal out into the night.
"Afraid of what?" he asks. "Of Asta? Or of enjoying yourself?"
Sitting back in his seat and rubbing at his forehead, he shakes his head to the other Ancient. "It's LongNight, Maea. There was a fight - a pretty substantial one, from all accounts - in a confined space where there's nothing around to hunt and it's too cold besides to try." Again, he wonders what she expected to gain by following a cannibal out into the night.
"Afraid of what?" he asks. "Of Asta? Or of enjoying yourself?"
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Table base by Skylark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
