Dantalion
but you can't be free
Say what you want about the Maverick, but he's fucking enjoying himself up here, whether or not his game of tangleweed football is more accurately described as chicken chasing. Still, he does manage to punt the thing over the gentle arc of the rise in the end, positively beaming to see it engulfed in more flames before incinerating entirely. Only a flurry of ashes is left to float listlessly back down to the grass - and both men conveniently find themselves, now, at the top of Peekaboo with the view sprawling before them.
"It's no mountain, but it's not bad either, right?" Danta says with a hand on his hip, able to spot the Inner Quarter in the distance, the twinkle of the docks, the tangle of the Labyrinth. "I remember when I first saw all this at the festival, I realised just how big the Grounds was. Strange, really, that more people don't move here and take advantage of it."[/say
"It's no mountain, but it's not bad either, right?" Danta says with a hand on his hip, able to spot the Inner Quarter in the distance, the twinkle of the docks, the tangle of the Labyrinth. "I remember when I first saw all this at the festival, I realised just how big the Grounds was. Strange, really, that more people don't move here and take advantage of it."[/say
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
