idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Gods, if we did I would have expected to wake up feeling a lot more rested," Danta says with a dramatic groan, smiling sidelong at Asta and stepping closer to him as well. "Depending on how long we were asleep, I'm amazed it's still standing," he begins. As for who would own it, though? "My heart says Charlie would lovingly take it over, but my head knows Kiada would be right behind that bar in my office. She'd make a fine theocrat too, probably."
He knows as much, because she already basically does the job when he (often) gets distracted or can't be bothered to read and/or respond to his mail.
Alas, they haven't been asleep for years, and they are greeted with familiar smiles and nods of recognition as they slip in through the doors of the Dusklight. Relaxing instantly at the warmth that caresses his cheeks, the music and the smell of sweet liquor and perfume, the Maverick glances over his shoulder to Asta. "Home sweet home," he croons.
He knows as much, because she already basically does the job when he (often) gets distracted or can't be bothered to read and/or respond to his mail.
Alas, they haven't been asleep for years, and they are greeted with familiar smiles and nods of recognition as they slip in through the doors of the Dusklight. Relaxing instantly at the warmth that caresses his cheeks, the music and the smell of sweet liquor and perfume, the Maverick glances over his shoulder to Asta. "Home sweet home," he croons.
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.
