in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Thinking that there is nothing selfless about coming to visit best friend Deimos (though Danta ought to be careful lest his reputation as a chaotic ruffian start to tarnish), the Maverick keeps his back to the roaring fire and spends a few moments enjoying his coffee before responding, letting it warm him from the inside out until he feels well and truly like himself again.
"I never had the pleasure, unfortunately," he says of the person who had been killed. "But when the body is dumped on your doorstep, you tend to feel a bit responsible, no? Besides which, leaving it there was done on purpose. It's personal now." Scrunching his nose in distaste, the spaded tip of his tail flicks at his heels in annoyance.
Hearing out Deimos's plans, only now does Danta step away from the fire a little, raising a brow at the parchment in the other man's hands. "We have scope for further plans in the Grounds, but nothing has been decided yet," he murmurs. "I was considering making that big cannon in the Spire something that could target the Family. Bit far away to reach Starfall, though. Or even Stormbreak." He shrugs apologetically.
"I never had the pleasure, unfortunately," he says of the person who had been killed. "But when the body is dumped on your doorstep, you tend to feel a bit responsible, no? Besides which, leaving it there was done on purpose. It's personal now." Scrunching his nose in distaste, the spaded tip of his tail flicks at his heels in annoyance.
Hearing out Deimos's plans, only now does Danta step away from the fire a little, raising a brow at the parchment in the other man's hands. "We have scope for further plans in the Grounds, but nothing has been decided yet," he murmurs. "I was considering making that big cannon in the Spire something that could target the Family. Bit far away to reach Starfall, though. Or even Stormbreak." He shrugs apologetically.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
