in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"It will be, just give me a second," Danta murmurs, putting scarf, gloves and hat on the back of a chair and unbuttoning his coat so he might shrug out of that as well. The garment is very good at keeping him warm, don't get him wrong, but he'd quite like to not burn it, especially given that he shoves up his sleeves to plunge his fingers into the fire. "You've visited me enough. About time I returned the favour," he quips, glancing over his shoulder with a wolfish smile.
"You'll forgive me for not coming back for a bit after this though, I hope?" Once he can properly flex his fingers again, and the rest of him is feeling a little less heavy, Danta straightens up, rolls his shoulders, and gladly accepts the mug of steaming coffee. "Things are good as can be expected," he says of the Grounds, sipping instantly at the scalding beverage without a thought.
"Since the incident at Longnight, you can imagine it's a little tense," he continues, wrinkling his nose. "You mentioned plans in your letter?"
"You'll forgive me for not coming back for a bit after this though, I hope?" Once he can properly flex his fingers again, and the rest of him is feeling a little less heavy, Danta straightens up, rolls his shoulders, and gladly accepts the mug of steaming coffee. "Things are good as can be expected," he says of the Grounds, sipping instantly at the scalding beverage without a thought.
"Since the incident at Longnight, you can imagine it's a little tense," he continues, wrinkling his nose. "You mentioned plans in your letter?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
