// I wish I had a reason //
It's the dead of night before Danta arrives back from the Outer Brambles, by which time the drizzle has turned into a downpour and it hasn't stopped, not even for a moment. As such, he swamps rather than walks into the Dusklight, the main floor as subdued as it gets considering the time, and he grumbles a greeting to the bartender still working as he sidles behind the bar and away into the Backrooms.
Wrestling the door to his office open and shrugging out of his sodden coat, the Maverick hangs it on a coat rack nearby and shoves up the wet sleeves of his shirt, angrily seizing a piece of parchment. Write a poem for me!, said the friendly neighbourhood voice in their head, and given that what Danta has in mind to say really won't invite any friendly attention, he instead scrawls a haiku.
Vox, would you tell me
How do you define peaceful?
Void creatures are dicks.
Snorting and feeling unfathomably proud of himself, his hair has already dripped onto the parchment and smudged it a bit when he straightens up, huffing out a long, tired sigh.
Wrestling the door to his office open and shrugging out of his sodden coat, the Maverick hangs it on a coat rack nearby and shoves up the wet sleeves of his shirt, angrily seizing a piece of parchment. Write a poem for me!, said the friendly neighbourhood voice in their head, and given that what Danta has in mind to say really won't invite any friendly attention, he instead scrawls a haiku.
Vox, would you tell me
How do you define peaceful?
Void creatures are dicks.
Snorting and feeling unfathomably proud of himself, his hair has already dripped onto the parchment and smudged it a bit when he straightens up, huffing out a long, tired sigh.
Dantalion
// my flaws are open season //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
