// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Flora!" One cannot truly show up unannounced when sending a raven in advance, such that even if the rest of the Dusklight isn't expecting the Queen of Torchline's bejewelled entrance, its proprietor is not caught quite so off guard. Emerging from the Backrooms where he's been pretending at working in his office, the Maverick leans against the other side of the bar to welcome her to it.
Clad in a gauzy shirt of midnight blue with a neckline that plunges almost to his navel and a pair of leather pants tight enough that they might have been sprayed on, he reaches automatically for her hand with his own that he might kiss the back of it in welcome. "Even Deepfrost can't keep you from glowing," he purrs, a crooked smile on his face as he gestures to the shelf of liquor behind him.
"Pick your poison," he invites. "I think we still have a few imports from your neck of the woods, if you want to feel properly at home. First we drink - then we get down to business."
Clad in a gauzy shirt of midnight blue with a neckline that plunges almost to his navel and a pair of leather pants tight enough that they might have been sprayed on, he reaches automatically for her hand with his own that he might kiss the back of it in welcome. "Even Deepfrost can't keep you from glowing," he purrs, a crooked smile on his face as he gestures to the shelf of liquor behind him.
"Pick your poison," he invites. "I think we still have a few imports from your neck of the woods, if you want to feel properly at home. First we drink - then we get down to business."
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
