idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"I can think of at least one," Danta agrees with Charlie, bobbing his eyebrows at her and stepping back from his antlers to cross the room and dutifully add his thumbprint heart to the priestess's candle. "And if we're at the Dusklight, your talent will be well suited there." Pricking the pad of his thumb and pressing it to the wax, by the time he steps back, Asta is playing with his ribbons and obsidian, and the Maverick glances around the shrine as if wondering what else he'd like to add.
Grabbing up a couple of pieces of firewood, the Maverick stops to admire Charlie's bone hourglass on his way to the opposite corners of the room, raising his eyebrows at her, obviously impressed. For his part, he works on burning the firewood to charcoal with such intensity that the smoke that rises from it creates a ghoulish and charred imprint on the wall at each side of the shrine, like a permanent shadow marring the stone.
Danta decorates!
Grabbing up a couple of pieces of firewood, the Maverick stops to admire Charlie's bone hourglass on his way to the opposite corners of the room, raising his eyebrows at her, obviously impressed. For his part, he works on burning the firewood to charcoal with such intensity that the smoke that rises from it creates a ghoulish and charred imprint on the wall at each side of the shrine, like a permanent shadow marring the stone.
Danta decorates!
Dantalion
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
