[SE] it's the heat that drives the light

idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword

"Oooooh, that's a good idea," Danta agrees with a feral sort of grin. "And Flowerbirth is supposed to be all about renewal after Longnight, so it isn't as though anyone can be upset about it." That's a stretch, Danta, but the intentions are good, so maybe the first Dygra-centred festival won't result in all the Ancients being smited by the gods and their heralds. Or if they are, their dark mother might at least make an appearance and say hi, right?

Able to hear Charlie's squeal of delight as well as her clapping, Danta still isn't convinced he's actually succeeded until she's darting up at him - twice - and is rewarded with a kiss. Scoffing out a laugh - the Maverick hasn't learned anything new for a long time, and he's been trying hard enough to re-learn all that he'd lost since The Climb - it's safe to say that Danta has all but forgotten about their cleaning.

Or at least, he no longer has any intention of walking to and from the cart with the trash. Even if he can only teleport a foot at a time, worth. "Wait, how come you can go further than me?" he demands, laughing.

Dantalion

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door