electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
Listen, it isn't that Danta doesn't care, it's just that... well, alright. He doesn't care, not until the danger is knocking directly at his door and asking if it can move in over the holidays. But he'll listen to the warnings all the same, if only because no one can say that he hasn't done his duty to hear about the state of the world. That, and when has the Maverick ever missed an opportunity to chat with his best friend Deimos?
"As alright as can be expected," he says with a shrug, his hands buried in the pockets of a familiar ruddy red coat, his eyes flitting across the strangely shaped buildings, the structures nestled into the trees, the small winged folk that seem all too common in the village they've stopped in. "The Inner Quarter is protected from the void, so things have been quiet there, at least. And Halo?"
"As alright as can be expected," he says with a shrug, his hands buried in the pockets of a familiar ruddy red coat, his eyes flitting across the strangely shaped buildings, the structures nestled into the trees, the small winged folk that seem all too common in the village they've stopped in. "The Inner Quarter is protected from the void, so things have been quiet there, at least. And Halo?"
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
