// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
"Danta is always in, Sunjata." If and when the Flood does finally look up, he'll find the Maverick perched atop the bar not two feet away from where he'd come to a stop, one leg crossed over the other and a glass of something rich and dark and frosted with ice held casually in hand. His has been one of the sets of eyes on the other man since the moment he'd slipped into the Dusklight, watching expectantly to see whether broken and morose is a fashion choice or whether there's something more to it.
The latter, as it happens.
"Not lost, no," he adds, glancing to Astaroth with a sly flash of teeth, letting his free hand casually brush across the butcher's shoulder with an affectionate squeeze, rings flashing in the lamplight. "I believe these sorts of places are to him the same as lighthouses are to ships. Asta, meet Frey's demigod Sunjata." He raises his glass in a quiet toast to the Flood, though his amusement is already fading into something quieter and more calculating.
"To what do we owe the pleasure this evening?"
The latter, as it happens.
"Not lost, no," he adds, glancing to Astaroth with a sly flash of teeth, letting his free hand casually brush across the butcher's shoulder with an affectionate squeeze, rings flashing in the lamplight. "I believe these sorts of places are to him the same as lighthouses are to ships. Asta, meet Frey's demigod Sunjata." He raises his glass in a quiet toast to the Flood, though his amusement is already fading into something quieter and more calculating.
"To what do we owe the pleasure this evening?"
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
