electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Good to hear. If you ever need anything, as long as it only involves me being out in the cold for a couple of minutes, I'd be happy to lend a hand." Turning a fanged grin towards Deimos, he already knows the Sword is not the type of man to ask such a thing unless the circumstances are already dire. And besides, Danta is always available from the Grounds directly too, should the other man want to drop by in need of a favour.
Accepting the notes with a nod of thanks, the Maverick at least has the decency to flick through them, eyes scanning over the messages contained within (though only the gods know if he actually reads or comprehends the words) before he folds the parchment neatly and slips it into his inside pocket. "I'll make sure it gets passed to Kiada as well," he says, before his attention returns to the Fae - in particular where a few of them appear to be practicing throwing knives at targets painted on the trees.
"You'd think they'd be worried the woods would take offence, wouldn't you?" He smirks.
Accepting the notes with a nod of thanks, the Maverick at least has the decency to flick through them, eyes scanning over the messages contained within (though only the gods know if he actually reads or comprehends the words) before he folds the parchment neatly and slips it into his inside pocket. "I'll make sure it gets passed to Kiada as well," he says, before his attention returns to the Fae - in particular where a few of them appear to be practicing throwing knives at targets painted on the trees.
"You'd think they'd be worried the woods would take offence, wouldn't you?" He smirks.
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.
