you tell me it feels a little colder

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

Not having been thinking of his bestest best friend in the world Deimos and his array of magics and instead concentrating on ensuring Astaroth's appearance is as sleek and menacing as ever, despite how he might feel on the inside, Danta follows the other man's gaze down to the crowd. "The very one," he says, impressed and giving the other man a gentle nudge. "You being head of security has paid off, I see. Bet you could spot half the idiots who cause trouble in the Dusklight in a lineup."

Letting his hands relax, slips his arms back around the butcher to hold him shamelessly close. "I'm pretty sure that's most of the reason he got fired - he couldn't fit them back there." He smirks, nodding at the fiery-haired woman who seems to be getting very cozy with luxere-man. "I bet she's an Attuned with antlers," he adds. It suits for the man to have a luxere kink, he reckons. "We'll probably see them in here at some point."

Dantalion

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