// you knew who I was //
In Flora's defence, Danta's annoyance lays squarely with the man too oblivious to realise he's become the centre of some web that the Maverick never realised he was helping to weave. And with the words you're not-- curled at the back of his tongue like a razor he can flash at any moment, it takes a long, deep inhale of breath to keep himself in check, by which time Flora has noticed the butcher and his musical talents, and gods, her reaction alone is enough to have him biting the inside of his cheek. Not enough to draw blood, thankfully.
Nodding jerkily as she leaves, Danta swallows hard and stares hard into his whiskey until a hand sneaks out to pluck it up from the table. "Hey--" He hisses, glancing up at the butcher before his eyes immediately flick away again, and he rises roughly to his feet. "The fact that you had to ask means I'm just dandy," he drawls. "I'll be back in a sec."
His footsteps take him to the door Flora has slipped through, and whilst he has no idea about the layout of the Hanged Man, he's hopeful that he doesn't end up squashed into a closet with the Doubletake. Either way, the words are spilling from his lips before he even checks where he is.
"How'd you do it?" he wants to know, swaying into a wall and leaning there to keep himself propped up. "How'd you just... do that? Show all the things goin' on with you like it's nothin'. Just all the things you feel flowin' outta you like... like..." Danta gestures like an idiot, as if the simile will just happen. "You make it look fuckin' easy."
Nodding jerkily as she leaves, Danta swallows hard and stares hard into his whiskey until a hand sneaks out to pluck it up from the table. "Hey--" He hisses, glancing up at the butcher before his eyes immediately flick away again, and he rises roughly to his feet. "The fact that you had to ask means I'm just dandy," he drawls. "I'll be back in a sec."
His footsteps take him to the door Flora has slipped through, and whilst he has no idea about the layout of the Hanged Man, he's hopeful that he doesn't end up squashed into a closet with the Doubletake. Either way, the words are spilling from his lips before he even checks where he is.
"How'd you do it?" he wants to know, swaying into a wall and leaning there to keep himself propped up. "How'd you just... do that? Show all the things goin' on with you like it's nothin'. Just all the things you feel flowin' outta you like... like..." Danta gestures like an idiot, as if the simile will just happen. "You make it look fuckin' easy."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
