to anyone who might care

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

A muscle feathers in Danta's jaw - perhaps because he'd expected the argument that usually follows encounters like this with Maea, and with only agreement on offer, he's all wound up with nowhere to go. Still, an outcome is an outcome, and though Maea doesn't voice it, she's absolutely right - the worst is yet to come. Whether that's in the form of what Astaroth decides to do, or even just who he decides to be outside the Inner Quarter, Danta doubts that the pale Ancient will have a good night's sleep in the weeks that follow this conversation.

If she even decides to stick around in the Hollowed Grounds again.

Brushing off the ash that stains his fingers from the fire bowl, Danta turns on heel away from Maea to take his leave. "I thought I knew you, you know," he mutters as he departs. "I didn't expect to be so disappointed."

~FIN

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //